I breathe the smell of the barns
Peace for those who will be
and for the bakers
Rain I will be
and rain you will
Lighten my eyes
and flourish the snowfields
We learn to walk
walking together
holding hands
Sunday
I will wait for open wineries
looking more adult to you
and you'll be major for me
New distances closer us
from a sky
Diamante
Our eyes can see
soldiers and brides
hand in hand
stay together
Dancing in backlight
raising our voices
hand in hand
soldiers and brides
Sunday Sunday ♫