Moby - Sunday

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Sunday was a bright day yesterday
dark cloud has come into the way

they sing to the darkest night
long before

why can t i face it
am i too blind to see
why did he go
why did he leave me

sunday was a bright day yesterday
dark cloud has come into the way

oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

why can t i face it
am i too blind to see
why did he go
why did he leave me

sunday was a bright day yesterday
dark cloud has come into the way

oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Inne utwory

  • Move
  • Into the blue
  • Lift me up
  • Everytime you touch me
  • The sky is broken
  • Feeling so real
  • Face it
  • We are all made of stars
  • New dawn fades
  • Heavy flow
  • Flower
  • Temptation
  • Machete
  • Someone to love
  • Come on baby
  • Losowe utwory

    Express love

    Show me tonite that you re not a venture
    That you can love me with another spirit
    Give me the life as you were the nature
    What is the reason why you keep me waitin

    I don t wanna be losing you
    Don t you see that
    I...

    Er pan con chancho

    Cuando te veo mi amor me acuerdo de el
    cuando te veo mi amor me acuerdo de el
    me le derrite el queso
    junto con los tomates y la lechuga tambien

    me le derrite el queso
    junto con los tomates y la lechuga tambien
    estay mas rico que
    estay mas rico que
    estay mas rico que

    Er pan con...

    Pogotowie strajkowe

    Znów pod sejmem się zebrali
    Tłum roboli i górali
    Od kilofa oderwani
    Od podwyżek odkopani

    Pieniądze chcemy mieć
    Pieniądze albo śmierć
    Podwyżki chcemy mieć

    Balcerowicz musi odejść
    Balcerowicz nas zadusił
    Balcerowicz to łobuzem
    Ryczy rolnik w garniturze

    Służba zdrowia jest gotowa
    Służba zdrowia jest nerwowa
    Dajcie więcej służbie zdrowia
    Krzyczą hieny z pogotowia...

    Liquid

    Arms nailed down,
    are you telling me something?
    Eyes turned out,
    are you looking for someone?

    This is the one thing,
    The one thing that I know.

    Blood-stained brow,
    are you dying for nothing?
    Flesh and blood,
    is it...

    Pentagram

    Your pentagram is down below our floor
    your naked body shimmers in the night
    yeah, dancing and chanting in a sacrifical rite
    your feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies

    who have
    passed the test just like all the rest
    but...