This Friday. English Bossa Nova +

Verse 1 At last, this Friday fades away, The sky ignites in the dying day. I sink into a chair that slowly sways, I'm filling up with twilight’s blaze. Chorus Oh, it feels divine — these two days are mine, Two days of freedom, the world slows down. A glass of wine, my soul released, Golden sunlight drifts through green trees. Verse 2 Sunset drapes the sky in shades, Blackness bow as day retires. Every worry melts away, Peace arrives at close of day. Chorus Oh, it feels divine — these two days are mine, Two days of freedom, the world slows down. No alarms screaming, no race to run, Just tender mornings, and rising sun. Verse 3 Through quiet streets, or stories worn, Life’s little wonders are newly born. Dreams awaken in fleeting things, The mind takes flight, the spirit sings. Verse 4 Weekday’s roar now left behind, In calm and quiet, peace I find. Here I rest, my thoughts set free, Cradled by eternity. Final Chorus Oh, it feels divine — these two days are mine, Two days of freedom, the world slows down. A glass of rum, my spirit at ease, Night drifts on with a shivering breeze. A glass of rum, a glass of wine, I drift away in distant chime.