The alarm clock was ringing, it was morning
There was a stone in my head and darkness beneath it
When I had a mug of beer for breakfast
It still seemed to have a strange taste
When I flushed dreams from my eyes with cold water
And a grey veil from my face
One look out of the window revealed
That this day is lazy Sunday
I could still sense the taste of cigarettes in my mouth
Of the songs from the previous night
So I went out and just watched
As the sun had a new day in its power
And then the breeze sent the Sunday scent to me
That smell from hot ovens
And suddenly I wanted to be with you again
Somewhere outside of the city in the shade of apple trees
I would like to be a granite block
In the sidewalk on the Sunday morning
And why do I have a strange sadness
I hope I will never know
And perhaps even death is less serious
Than these Sunday moments
May the ringing of bells in the morning
Pulverize my heart
I kept on going in that morning scent
Passing over white prams and baby bows
Then I stood for a long time and watched
The things that sometimes beautifies the world
Maybe my vision returned and suddenly
I was looking straight at the world again
Maybe I understand your happiness better now
Although I know you're not mine
I would like to be a granite block
In the sidewalk on the Sunday morning
And why do I have a strange sadness
I hope I will never know
And perhaps even death is less serious
Than these Sunday moments
May the ringing of bells in the morning
Pulverize my heart