The unexpected holidays, like the dream that always spins about in your head 
The unexpected holidays that you always only think about going 
Riding on the little airplane in the picture of postcards you send to childhood friends
To arrive at the shore of a small island with a roofless house

*Look at you 
Holding a pink [bad word] in one hand, 
Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind 
With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess 
Try to hear it now, the vibrations you cannot feel 
The words of your elders you were so concerned about 
Has nothing to do you now 
It is the story of yesturday

With a bowl brimming with shellfish by your bedside, 
Drinking the tropical [bad word] juice that's been giving off its fragrance since this morning, 
You sleep during the daytime by the seashore with an idleness that owns up to nothing 
Turning off the light that lit up the night, 
You drink the alchohol of tomorrow

**Look at you 
Holding a pink [bad word] in one hand, 
Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind 
With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess 
Try to hear it now, the sounds of people here and there 
The annoying sound of the alarm clock 
Has nothing to do you now 
It is the story of yesturday

Get up don't be a fool 
Who would ever wanted to work for all this time 
And get up don't be afraid 
You have earned yourself a real holiday 
Just get up don't be a fool 
Before you turn yourself into an old man 
Don't you know don't you know 
It's all about the right time

*Look at you 
Holding a pink [bad word] in one hand, 
Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind 
With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess 
Try to hear it now, the vibrations you cannot feel 
The words of your elders you were so concerned about 
Has nothing to do you now 
It is the story of yesturday

**Look at you 
Holding a pink [bad word] in one hand, 
Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind 
With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess 
Try to hear it now, the sounds of people here and there 
The annoying sound of the alarm clock 
Has nothing to do you now 
It is the story of yesturday

Look at you 
Look at you 
Look at you

Look at you 
Look at you