Представляем точный текст композиции "Sunday" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Slow Club . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Sunday» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Slow Club передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Slow Club - "Sunday"
Lyrics to Sunday : Today was my unlucky day I missed the bus and then the train and my boots filled up with dew Today was my unlucky day I lost my conkers in a game then I lost my marbles too Today was my unlucky day I broke the swing down by the lake and I fell in two A hole that someone had dug deep deep deep through the muck and I was fallin But Ill be comin home for you My heart is fonder now youve not been around Ill be coming home for you Now that I have learned how a heart can hurt But no one owns the sea cept you and me Today was my unlucky day I sat down underneath the tree, but all the leaves fell off Today was my unlucky day I went down to the library, but all the books were out Being read by other eyes Being learned by other spies for their information Page by page and book by book Theyll learn how to play hook a dook and beat the system But Ill be comin home for you My heart is fonder now youve not been around Ill be coming home for you Now that I have learned how a heart can hurt But no one owns the sea cept you and me Today was my unlucky day I broke the swing down by the lake and I fell in two A hole that someone had dug deep deep deep through the mud and I was fallin Through the centre of the Earth and Im wondering How does this thing gravity work' Because I think I must be halfway there Will you stop me before Australia ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah oh But Ill be comin home for you My heart is fonder now youve not been around Ill be coming home for you Now that I have learned how a heart can hurt Well Ill be comin home for you I heard that youre in bits hope I can fix it Im coming home to heal your wounds Ive got a needle and thread to stitch back up your head But no one owns the sea cept you and me [ Sunday Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Slow Club. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Sunday» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Sunday» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.