And I think about the weekend, when all the time I listened to Stevie Wonder on my ceiling Here in my room I see the sunset, but if I call you, then I call you there The sky of Morocco is off, what's the point of a weekend if you don't know where you live? You always ask about me, even today that it's Saturday I wonder why we're talking, but from afar we don't show up The circle is closed, we're inside If there's too much silence, I can't hear you You know that laughing is bad Leaving with the rain, entering a museum Waiting for it to end, a bit like in high school With your hand in your pocket, feeling like two Cheyennes with an arrow I just want to know if you're tired and you don't miss Smoking here with me, the last cigarette I'd become another continent for you If we were Cheyennes, but we're just people I remember the weekend, inside this pool We're nothing, I was better off on the street Talking to you, until the morning From afar we don't show up The circle is closed, we're inside If there's too much silence, I can't hear you You know that laughing is bad Leaving with the rain, entering a museum Waiting for it to end, a bit like in high school With your hand in your pocket, feeling like two Cheyennes with an arrow I just want to know if you're tired and you don't miss Smoking here with me, the last cigarette I'd become another continent for you If we were Cheyennes, but we're just people Only people who make mistakes are called love These cuts on the heart burn more than jellyfish On the skin I just want to know if you're tired and you don't miss Smoking here with me, the last cigarette I'd become another continent for you If we were Cheyennes, but we're just people We're just people