Текст песни Флёр - Воскресным утром

I melt, I dissolve,
like a block of ice.
I pour out, spread,
as spring water.

Silence, in the open window
Clouds.
I'm on a Sunday morning,
dangling his legs from the ceiling ...

In the stuffy air in the kitchen
floating sofa
wash, wake up,
close the cock

Fixed room twilight,
the clock is ticking.
This time is the same
as well as past times ...

You're calling something again.
On this strange day
But I do not want to say anything,
Absolutely laziness.

Quietly empty, no one at home,
no one is waiting for a call.
I'm on a Sunday morning,
dangling his legs from the ceiling ...