Sunday morning, I just wake up.
But I don’t know from where to start.
Step on leg, I got to do something.
Step on leg – it’s only begin.
Sunday morning, It’s so beautiful,
Sunday morning, It’s so magical.
You don’t sleep, see… you like this day.
Just wake up and you shall be OK.
Sunday morning, I just wake up.
Got my breakfast, washed up.
At this day I’ll be with you.
I shall make your wish come true.
Sunday morning, we lay on the grass,
And your dog is playing with us.
It’s so nice to be with you.
It’s not a dream, that is true.
Sunday morning, you spark me so.
But not so fast, take it slow.
You tell me, that you only fifteen,
But Sunday morning it’s only begin…
Sunday Morning
© Copyright: Евгений Охтырский, 2009
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