Si alguien ama a una flor de la que sólo existe más que un ejemplar entre los millones y millones de estrellas, es bastante para que sea feliz cuando mira a las estrellas. Puede decir satisfecho: "Mi flor está allí, en alguna parte…" ¡Pero si el cordero se la come, para él es como si de pronto todas las estrellas se apagaran! ¿Y esto no es importante?

I don't care if Monday's blue,
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too.
Thursday, I don't care about you.
It's Friday, I'm in love.
Monday, you can fall apart.
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart.
Thursday doesn't even start.
It's Friday, I'm in love.

Saturday, wait,
And Sunday always comes too late,
But Friday never hesitate...
I don't care if Monday's black,
Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack.
Thursday, never looking back.
It's Friday, I'm in love.
Monday, you can hold your head.
Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed.
Or Thursday, watch the walls instead.
It's Friday, I'm in love.
Saturday, wait,
And Sunday always comes too late,
But Friday, never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes,
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise,
Throwing out your frown,
And just smiling at the sound,
And as sleek as a shriek,
Spinning round and round.
Always take a big bite,
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night.
You can never get enough,
Enough of this stuff.
It's Friday,
I'm in love