Pole Kitoto Lyrics

Maybe two, or three more
And Saturday's gone
On your lonely stool
With your secret twin
Singing "goodnight, goodnight, cruel night…
Take what you want from me"

It could be tomorrow, at the latest
And Saturday's gone
You cannot hide all your life
Behind words only you can understand
If it worked out fine once, then lucky you

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Pole kitoto

You were a child, such a beautiful child
You were a Saturday's child
And soon you got your own job to do
Your life, your life was about
Weaving the squares in your town

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Pole kitoto