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English
Translation
The sound of Sunday
I've seen lonely people carry on, you know
You go between ruins and dreams of people that hope
You know about me, I know about you
But where is the sound of Sunday?
In my country
I can see grain flourishing
With arms stretched
To the eternity
My country...
I've seen skies full of misery, you know
And I've seen fake faiths make just troubles
What do you know about us? What do you know about me?
But where is the sound of Sunday?
In my country
I can see mowing the grain
With hands stretched
To the eternity
My country...
I'll leave you a smile, goodbye
And a new anger in the face, goodbye
The tenderness that, goodbye
Makes the heart in my throat to me
In my country
The grain is still yellow
With arms stretched
To the eternity
My country...
In my country
I can see good flourishing
Taken beatings
Have never been rendered
In my country...
Which sound makes the Sunday in your place?
Aclaula✕
Comments
jacquelinejqq
Tue, 09/12/2014 - 23:48
Che suono fa la domenica da te? what sound makes your Sunday?
jacquelinejqq
Thu, 11/12/2014 - 19:26
Prego!
Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stand With Ukraine!
About translator
Suggestions: From--To the eternity ----- To eternity
And I've seen fake faiths make just troubles---I've seen false beliefs make trouble
I can see mowing the grain---I see the grain being cut
With hands stretched--with hands stretched out
verso l'eternità---towards eternity
le botte prese
non le hanno rese mai---WE have never paid back the damages we have endured