Don't tell your mother about Where you go when the lights are down And don't tell your mother how You're up to no good, nowhere to be found Well, it'
Sunday, always hard to get to sleep When weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets, I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And a long
There are places that I've been to Places part of me Places that I've left And I don't remember them There are things I want to tell you Secrets that
Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And
Vertaling: I Mother Earth. Een zondag.
Vertaling: Geen adres. Moeder Zondag.
Vertaling: Zondag. Dont Tell Your Mother.
Eeeh... sempre di domenica adesso basta tu sei un egoista tu un maschilista tu dei miei nemici tu sei il primo della lista, tu sei un qualunquista
The light entered so slowly at first Shining softly On what I had always known the truth A mother feels With her eyes and hands When she lays them on
Sulla tua bianca tomba Da anni chiusa ormai Sbocciano fiori bianchi Di vita Madre, amore mio spento Da me, tuo figlio, avrai Una preghiera, un canto
Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers