Traduzione: Dominga. Il migliore.
Times are tough for English babies Send the army and the navy Beat up strangers who talk funny Take their greasy foreign money Skin shop, red leather
I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love
Balducci e da ieri che nevica e da ieri che l'acqua se n'e andata se n'e andata a gran velocita oggi e domenica stamattina la luce e ritornata e tornata
I'm in an empty room I've waited here since noon The walls are closing in The room is getting dim I'm feeling something wrong The time is getting on
One more rainy day Two more socks and one more blanket I will disappear I'll be on another planet Always want to change But you know that I'm so lazy
The sun is out The clouds are slowly going And now my heart is growing fast So let's get up Put on your hat and clothing Let's take a trip and lose
Motionless I fall down, from waiting for nothing. Tired of scream my lungs out, cuz I have given up on you. The only thing that I've found. It's easy
Tous les jours de la semaine Sont vides et sonnent le creux Bien pire que la semaine Y a le dimanche pretentieux Qui veut paraitre rose Et jouer les genereux
Always said your prayers, Like a good boy should, like a good boy should, Fingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free, stars
You don't even know how much this means Is this game for real, is this fucking real? This isn't going anywhere and I won't give up without a And I won
I'm in an empty room, I've waited here since noon The walls are closing in, the room is getting dim I'm feeling something wrong, the time is getting on
Motionless I fall down, from waiting for nothing. Tired of scream my lungs out, cuz I have given up on you. The only thing that I've found. It's easy.
I'm in an empty room I've waited here since noon The walls are closing in The room is getting dim I'm feeling something wrong The time is getting on You
Times are tough for English babies Send the army and the navy Beat up strangers who talk funny Take their greasy foreign money Skin shop, red leather,
Traduzione: Elvis Costello. Di domenica Migliori.
