In this wind, in this night, in your company, in this place of my heart,
What is it? What is it? What is it that I can't forget?
In this wind, in this night, in your company, in this place of my heart,
What is it? What is it that I can't forget?
Sometimes I forget, I forget everything,
Sometimes I lose everything one by one,
Sometimes I suffer from trouble,
Sometimes I am away from all things,
Some people cry, some people suffer.
Some things are worthwhile, some fall,
All are forgotten, forgotten, forgotten
Sundays, the Sundays waiting for you
You and me are still in the cage
Your face is black and your hair is grey
You saw the tears in your eyes, but now you are gone
Sundays, the Sundays waiting for you
You and me are still in the cage, but now you are gone
Sundays, the Sundays waiting for you