Samstag Nacht English translation
von Howard Carpendale

There’s still light burning at your place
And from here I can
See into your room
Lately, you stay home often
When others go dancing

He no longer lives with you, and like every night
Your window is open, the radio is on
You walk around and look at the phone
And you know that no one will call you

Saturday night and you only have your songs
Longing comes again every Saturday night
You close your eyes, dance a blues, no one’s thinking of you
The time when longing awakens comes every Saturday night


And your car is parked in front of the house
But you don’t know where to go
You feel so betrayed now because his friends were yours
I know that feeling when you slowly realize
Without the other, you don’t know what to do
And the worst are the nights
When I am as alone as you

Saturday night and you only have your songs
Longing comes again every Saturday night
You close your eyes, dance a blues, no one’s thinking of you
The time when longing awakens comes every Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night and you only have your songs
Longing comes again every Saturday night
You close your eyes, dance a blues, no one’s thinking of you
The time when longing awakens comes every Saturday night