I look the calendar,
throwed in my bed,
And you are not here.
A week ago,
Just you march
And yet I can not sleep
Caen clouds, the sky is closed and you are not here.
On Mondays are eternal if you are not
On Tuesdays are longer without you
Wednesday, pull me
cut me on Thursday the heart
That Friday, and I can not continue
Living if you are not here
Saturday, pull me
Every week since winter are you are not.
It rains,
and you do not say anything
It rains,
Behind your window
And tell me,
take away the calm
Unless you do not stop rain
Fall the clouds, the sky is closed and you are not here.
On Mondays are eternal if you are not
On Tuesdays are longer without you
Wednesday, pull me
ct me on Thursday the heart
That Friday, and I can not continue
Living if you are not here
Saturday, pull me
Every week since winter are you are not. (Bis)
On Tuesdays are longer without you
cut me on Thursday the heart
Living if you are not here
Saturday, pull me
Every week since winter are you are not.
On Mondays are eternal if you are not
On Tuesdays are longer without you
Wednesday, pull me
cut me on Thursday the heart
That Friday, and I can not continue
Living if you are not here
Saturday, pull me
Every week since winter are you are not.
Saturday, pull me
Every week since winter are you are not.