How good tomorrow is Sunday
And I don’t have to get up anywhere,
I can afford nothing,
And I’ll put coffee in my bed.
It’s so good that tomorrow I don’t have to,
You don’t have to rush anywhere at all,
I admit it, I’m very happy:
I’m tired of living in an eternal hurry.
It’s so good that finally freedom
Can the desires I give,
Escape in the morning early to nature
And I’ll breathe fresh air.
About everything in the world I will then forget,
I will cleanse my thoughts from worries,
I’m just thinking about you.
Until Monday when you’re home
And everything will turn around, and it will be new,
In fact suffering, I can hardly wait to hold you again my fascination
The soul of my renewed sunday awaits.
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