It's Sunday
Everything is fine
Someone is sleeping
Is it you, dear?
I miss you
I'm tired of waiting
It's getting late
(It's getting late)
Enough with the dreaming
That's why I'm singing this song that will come through your window
(Your window)
Pass by the curtains, like wind, and wake you up on your bed
And in the moment you leave the room and get into the balcony
Make a serenade
I'll sing it low on your ear to set the scene
(The scene)
I'll sing it high to show the whole world who loves you
And together we'll enjoy this Sunday afternoon in your room
Till it's late at night, late at night
It's Sunday
Everything is fine
Someone is sleeping
Is it you, dear?
That's why I'm singing this song that will come through your window
(Your window)
Pass by the curtains, like wind, and wake you up on your bed
And in the moment you leave the room and get into the balcony
Make a serenade
I'll sing it low on your ear to set the scene
(The scene)
I'll sing it high to show the whole world who loves you
(Who loves you)
And together we'll enjoy this Sunday afternoon in your room
Till it's late at night, late at night
Till it's late at night, late at night
Late at night...
Late at night...
Wake up, dear
Wake up, dear
Wake up, dear