Fiesta - DAISHI, Clazziquai Project

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

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

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

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

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