Beautiful Sunday

Beautiful Sunday
Tell me why somebody made six other days
Beautiful Sunday
Now I understand why the people pray

I want to lie down on the grass
To watch the sunrise to the max
And gaze at the nature and birds
To feel true the power of earth

Think of the past, you're not living unchain
One day a week, use your illusions
No money maker, think of it later
The meaning of our life?
I don't need no answer!

Beautiful Sunday
Please keep me lazy to the next day
Beautiful Sunday
Shiny or not, you're still my sunny day

I want to be a stroller on the beach
And loose the power of speech
The listen to the ocean sound
That makes me forget those from town

Beautiful Sunday
Tell me why somebody made six other days
Beautiful Sunday
Now I understand why the people pray

Big wheel take me out of time
And I'll leave everything behind
For a Sunday life I'd give it all away