It feels like Sunday when you smile
And through the lowered blinds
A ray of sunlight reddens
The walls of our cozy nest

It feels like Sunday by the water
Chilled white wine under the wisteria
When on your lips return the words
Those first words that one guesses

It feels like Sunday and every day
Every time you smile
It's the revenge of love
On the time that passes quietly

It feels like Sunday in Marrakech
In the shadow of one of its alleys
When I steal from your fresh lips
The sweetness of gazelle horns

It feels like Sunday and every day
Every time you smile
It's the revenge of love
On the time that passes quietly

It feels like Sunday by the sea
When I count your kisses in grains
Even the largest of deserts
Would not fill my hourglass

It feels like Sunday and every day
Every time you smile
It's the revenge of love
On the time that passes quietly
On the time that passes quietly
On the time that passes quietly
On the time that passes quietly

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