Sunday, It's Alright Songtext

von Yalta Club

And it's a god damn week before the last day
I wish things had gone a very different way, but hey!
Bientôt la fin du mirage,
Me ramasser en beauté dans le dernier virage

Et j'ai creusé ma tombe
I must say I was wrong
J'étais de marbre quand ils ont flingué la colombe
On my way/J'ai
Fumé ma dernière blonde
And the morning and the evening were the last day

Et j'essaie, and I try,
To give you a last smile but
As they say, an eye for an eye

Sunday it's alright, cos' everybody's gonna die
Someday you and I, we just have to give it, just have to give it a try
Maybe to late but I tried so hard,
Essayer ou toujours faire semblant d'essayer
I mean so many times, so many times,
Si tu voulais mon cul il fallait me parler

Quand j'ai creusé ma tombe
I won't say I was wrong
J'étais de marbre quand ils ont flingué la colombe
On my way/J'ai
Fumé ma dernière blonde
Tomorrow's doom's day the end of the song

Sunday it's alright, cos' everybody's gonna die
Someday you and I, we just have to give it, just have to give it a try

Et j'essaie, and I try,
To give you a last smile but
As they say, an eye for an eye

Sunday it's alright, cos' everybody's gonna die
Someday you and I, we just have to give it, just have to give it a try