The night has rumbled by The sunflower unfolds I feel my hand being taken And then my day begins I hear your quiet voice Like the lakeside's gentle wave In the morning, in the morning
There are people on the stair And a bell being rung The shutter is firmly closed But the sun is squeezing through Filling our tiny room With hope for the future In the morning, in the morning
Outside our little room Runs race 1949 Above the baby's drеams The hum of hectic life Wе can see no chequered flag But the one that keeps us warm In the morning, in the morning
The night has rumbled by The sunflower unfolds I feel my hand being taken And then my day begins I hear your quiet voice Like the lakeside's gentle wave In the morning, in the morning, in the morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.