Текст песни Clazziquai Project - Fiesta (Daishi Dance Remix)

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 cocktail 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 fruit 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 cocktail 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 cocktail 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 cocktail 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