Lletres: Esther Ofarim. Esther Ofarim 1969. Saturday Night At The World.

It's a saturday's night at the world
I am thinking it's over girl
and how useless to search it becomes
when you seek all the answers in one.

But his voice seemed to answer the echoing silence
from yesterday's asking
and waiting and listening
for something resembling a song
to be sung back to me.

It's a saturday's night at the world
I am thinking it's over girl
and how useless to search it becomes
when you seek all the answers in one.

But his eyes seemed quicksilver
reflecting the prisms I kindled
uneclipsed by the darkness of loving's mirages
that swindle the heart
with the shadow of me.

And his love seemed to offer a sojourn
from endless beginnings
and so I went spinning into him
to love him, but found him
one answer for loving and losing the same.

It's a saturday's night at the world
I am thinking it's over girl
and how useless to search it becomes
when you seek all the answers in one