Sa compunem o melodie

[Katsu]

- n-am titlu, imaginatia m-a parasit -

Out of my life, Out of my mind
Out of the tears we can't deny
We need to swallow all our pride
And leave this mess behind
Out of my head, Out of my bed
Out of the dreams we had, they're bad
Tell them it's me who made you sad
Tell them the fairytale gone bad

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take

We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we dïe,
And return from the ashes you call.

And you should know that
So call me maybe

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

(O Doamne ce a iesit)