850. Saturday Гиоргос Мазонакис Саввато
Midweek, backing time, every single night
I remember you, my torment is true.
Although Friday comes, sad day always yearns,
Cause a reason why then we say goodbye.
*Every Saturday in evening
I cry loudly, dying, bleeding;
This because of you.
That's the day we used to go, but
How can I endure alone now?
your absence becomes true.
Thursday, backing time, clouds in the sky.
That day I feel taste, taste of loneliness.
Although Friday comes, rainy day that yearns,
Also 's crying God, because I'm alone. /*
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