Beautiful Sunday

Beautiful Sunday

Tell me why somebody made six other days

Beautiful Sunday

Now I understand why the people pray

I want to lie down on the grass

To watch the sunrise to the max

And gaze at the nature and birds

To feel true the power of earth

Think of the past, you're not living unchain

One day a week, use your illusions

No money maker, think of it later

The meaning of our life?

I don't need no answer!

Beautiful Sunday

Please keep me lazy to the next day

Beautiful Sunday

Shiny or not, you're still my sunny day

I want to be a stroller on the beach

And loose the power of speech

The listen to the ocean sound

That makes me forget those from town

Beautiful Sunday

Tell me why somebody made six other days

Beautiful Sunday

Now I understand why the people pray

Big wheel take me out of time

And I'll leave everything behind

For a Sunday life I'd give it all away