Beautiful Sunday - Babamars
Written by:Walter de Castro/Phil Guillot/Benjamin Touchet
Beautiful Sunday
Tell me why somebody made six other days
Beautiful Sunday
Now I understand why the people pray
I want to lay down on the grass
To watch the sunrise to the max
And gaze at the nature and birds
To feel 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
But the ladys
Beautiful Sunday
Tell me why somebody made six other days
Beautiful Sunday
Now I understand why the people pray
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
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
Shiny or not you're still my sunny day
Big wheel take me out of time
And I'll leave everything behind
For a Sunday life I'd give it all away
Big wheel take me out of time
And I'll leave everything behind
For a Sunday life I'd give it all away