Текст песни Feeling Lonely on a Sunday Afternoon (Alfonso de Vilallonga) с переводом

Feeling lonely on a Sunday afternoon

Waving my old dreams goodbye

Weeping softly while the meadows are in bloom

And the sun is in the sky

Nevermind the breeze on the lemon trees

Nevermind the yellow daffodils

People stroll along, humming simple songs

I wonder why I’m still

Feeling lonely on a Sunday afternoon

Craving for a lonely guy

Oh, Jesus, what a fool am I for feeling lonely every Sunday afternoon

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