Sunday

歌詞

Why does the very thought of you make my heart sing So that birds suddenly appear like in spring? Why does every touch of you sets my soul on fire And fill my loving heart with such desire? Cause with you every day is Sunday I hate rainy days and Monday The sun always shines on Sunday And without you a day has no name Why are roses smelling in the rain when your are passing by And clouds don't dare to appear on the blue sky? Why does sadness fade away when you are by my side And a smiling on your face is shining so bright? Cause with you every day is Sunday I hate rainy days and Monday The sun always shines on Sunday And without you a day has no name