Sweet Sunday [Russian translation]

We get up early in the morning

Work our skin down to the bone

But whenever I hear that singing

I know that one day I’ll get home

Oh the rhythm that I’m feeling

Seems to say something good to me

Oh on Monday, through the weekday

But then Sunday sets us free

Oh Sunday, sweet Sunday

When I lay my body down

Oh Sunday, my only one day

With a new love that I found

Sit by the water and watch the big tree

In the cool breeze gently sway

Till the day that we get free, well

We’ll always love sweet Sunday, sweet Sunday

I go to church with my mother

I see the girl that I would love

Maybe one day she’ll turn and smile at me

This is what I ask the Lord above

Oh when a singing- when it’s over

Maybe I’ll take her back to her home

Talk and laugh 'til night comes calling

Then I’ll go back on my own

Sweet Sunday

I got no money to buy her new shoes

But Lord please listen what I say

Help me through this 'til I’m a free man

And get sweet Sunday every day

Sweet Sunday, sweet Sunday