Brainstorm - Sunday Morning (320) | Текст песни

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Let's pretend it's a sunday morning
We'll go out, feeding pigeons
I'll take you on hands till the bridge
Though i can tell
You won't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying
All the ships are stuck in a harbour
As the river is full of flowers, my love

Let's go out, let's go out, it's sunday
All the cinemas open till midnight
Oh, this life seems such a funny game
While the water turns into wine
Priests will bless and promise us heaven
I can tell
You don't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying

What a day, what a day is invented
Sorry, days like these can't be rented
What a chance, what a chance is given
And i would be a fool
If i didn't try

Oh, it's all right, it's all right it's sunday
We'll go out taking pictures
We can put them in frames to remember
Of how life seems such a funny game
Still the water turns into wine
I can tell
You won't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying

All the time there's a world between us
All the time between love and venus

What a day, what a day is invented
Wish a day like this could be rented

What a day, what a day is invented
Sorry, days like these can't be rented
What a chance, what a chance is given
And i would be a fool
If i didn't try

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning

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