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The Last Sunday

It’s not the time to look for excuses
It ended, that’s a fact
Today someone else came, younger and better than me
And stole your heart from me
I ask for one thing only, perhaps it’s my last demand
The first since many years
Give me this Sunday
The last Sunday
And may the world collapse after that
 
It’s the last Sunday
Today we’ll part
Today we’ll leave each other
For ever
It’s the last Sunday
So don’t skimp on it [and give it to] me
Look at me fondly today
For the last time
 
You’ll have a sufficiency of these Sundays
And what’ll happen to me, who knows
 
It’s the last Sunday
So don’t skip on it [and give it to] me
Look at me fondly today
For the last time
 
You’ll have a sufficiency of these Sunday
And what’ll happen to me – who knows…
 
It’s the last Sunday
My dreams that I fantasized [about] so
Happiness that I wanted so much
Have ended
 
You ask what will I do and where will I go
I know where I should go…
There’s only one way out for me today
I don’t know another one
This way out is… nevermind
One thing is important – you should be happy
Don’t care for me anymore
But before everything will come to an end
Before the fate will separate us
Give me this one Sunday
 
It’s the last Sunday
Today we’ll part
Today we’ll leave each other
For ever
It’s the last Sunday
So don’t skimp on it [and give it to] me
Look at me fondly
For the last time
 
You’ll have a sufficience of these Sundays
And what’ll happen to me – who knows…
 
It’s the last Sunday
My dreams that I fantasized [about] so
The happiness that I wanted so much
Have ended
 


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