Un samedi soir dans l'histoire [English translation]

I had put the suit on,

The blue, green and black one,

Dakar patterns,

Camouflage of a star,

To shine light throughout the bazaar,

To grate the pavement,

It was a Saturday,

A Saturday night,

A funny moment,

Pleasant yet strange.

With this rush of apprehension,

I would so much love to break the ice,

So that somebody finally leaves a mark on me,

I'm slipping away into the space,

A Saturday night full of hope.

Under the light,

I could feel the sweat rising,

In the depths of your gaze,

The forty step,

Allow me to lead the dance,

To become your mirror,

For it's your Saturday,

Your Saturday night,

Your funny moment,

Pleasant yet strange.

With this rush of apprehension,

I would so much love to break the ice,

So that somebody finally leaves a mark on me,

I'm slipping away into the space,

A Saturday night full of hope.

Down with dark thoughts,

Come have a drink at the bar,

Deeply stare into my gaze.

Everything is in your head,

Choose to live it up.

I am only starting to love you,

Saturday night, Saturday night, Saturday night,

Saturday night, Saturday night, Saturday night.

I might come home tonight,

With you, who knows,

At daybreak, dazzled.

I'll place into the cupboard,

My rings, my fibs,

Behind closed doors.

Yes, I fancy that,

Why, I fancy seeing you,

Do you fancy it?

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history,

A Saturday night in history.

• Artist:Juliette Armanet
• Album:Petite amie