Alberto Ríos - We Dogs of a Thursday Off lyrics

The wine of uncharted days, Their unsteady stance against the working world, The intense intoxication of nothing to be done, A day off, The dance of the big-hearted dog In us, freed into a sudden green, an immense field: Off we go, more run than care, more dance— If a polka could be done not in a room but straight Ahead, into the beautiful distance, the booming Sound of the phonograph weakening, but our legs Getting stronger with their bounding practice: This day, that feeling, drunkenness Born of indecision, lack of focus, but everything Forgiven: Today is a day exposed for what it is, A workday suddenly turned over on its back, Hoping to be rubbed.