Il Suono Della Domenica
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The Sound of Sunday
I saw lonely people leaving, you know
Among the rubble and the dreams of those who hope you go
You know about me, I know about you
But where is the damn sound of Sunday?
In my town
I see the wheat blooming
With arms outstretched
Towards eternity
My town...
I saw skies full of misery, you know
And I saw false faith only causing trouble
What do you know about us? What do you know about me?
But where is the damn sound of Sunday?
In my town
I see the wheat being harvested
With hands outstretched
Towards eternity
My town...
I'll leave you with a smile, bye
And a new anger on my face, bye
The tenderness that (bye)
Chokes me up
In my town
The wheat is still yellow
With arms outstretched
Towards eternity
My town...
In my town
I see the good blooming
The beatings taken
Have never made them give up
In my town...
What sound does Sunday make for you?
