Down the dawn
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Totes aquelles nits en blanc
violant l’ordre de les hores,
esquitxats els ulls de sang,
imatges girant contra el rellotge.
Amb l’escalfor del matí
venien 5 minuts de pausa
—aquell silenci eixordador!—,
el sol, insensat, es tapava,
cavalcant de nou sobre l’oblit.
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It’s just a restless feeling by my
side
Early? dawning, sunday morning
It’s just the wasted years so
close behind
Watch out, the world’s behind you
There’s always
someone around you who will call
It’s nothing at all
Sunday morning and I’m falling
I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know
Early
dawning, sunday morning
It’s all the streets you crossed, not so long
ago
Watch out, the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around
you who will call
It’s? nothing at all
Watch out, the world’s
behind you
There’s always someone around you who will call
It’s
nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning