It’s Sunday my Sweetheart ~

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.