I awoke and early I saw
There are seven colors of rainbow
In blue eyes of the morning, I'm sure
It's so beautiful morning - airflow
Washed by rains of the yesterday's tears
Early morning's so tender since evening
Warmed by Summer through secret of sheers
And undressing the lace of its dreaming
Sunday morning was sinking in Sky
Golden hair were scattering softly
By the shoulders of dawn, by your arms
Sunday morning, you'll never be lonely
Tender arms of the Sunday's sunrise
Are caressing the skin of your dreaming
Thanks for you, Sunday morning, from Skies
For the heat rising Sun from your feeling
For the blue of your eyes, wind from east
Tender touch, for the peace in my soul
For the silent confession to priest
Sleep my morning, the day will be grow
Sunday Morning
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