"On sundays I feel really bad, maltreated soul, heavy fog
Dulls the feeling at dawn after the battle"
Rain clouds are hanging over a vulnerable mind
Lupus calls for Lea: "Do you have time for me today?"
Oh, I don't understand myself
Because on almost every sunday
The things I usually like make me sad
"On sundays I feel great", says the queen of cats
And gently grinds her tender paws on my chest
The dull weather shines in her calm dark eyes
Lea purs for Lupus: "Will you forget time with me today?"
Come, explain the world to me
I listen to you keeping quiet for hours
Come, explain the world to me
Melancholy
So harmonious
She says she will have to go soon
And thinks that I am strange today
Oh, I don't understand myself
Because on almost every sunday
The things I usually like make me sad
The things I usually like irritate me
What's up here?