《Sunday’s Not My Day》歌词

[00:00:01] Sunday's Not My Day - Charles Aznavour

[00:00:11] Though the days of the week wear the same empty face

[00:00:15] There's a day in the week I would like to replace

[00:00:18] It's the Sunday so smuggly pretending to be

[00:00:21] Something more than a day that has nothing for me

[00:00:26] I've reasons to say Sunday's not my day

[00:00:33] Harrassed by its crowds how they pass and defile

[00:00:37] An expressionless crowd with a time-wearied smile

[00:00:40] Though I walk through its streets my direction's unknown

[00:00:44] Sunday's worthless to one who must spend it alone

[00:00:49] It's always this way Sunday's not my day

[00:00:57] You must work this day Sunday the one day I'm free

[00:01:04] This is why Sunday seems so oppressive to me

[00:01:11] If only you were near you would open my eyes

[00:01:15] I'd be ready to like all the things I despise

[00:01:23] All the Sundays in Spring light and blue there we were

[00:01:27] All our cares taking wing as we breath as we dare

[00:01:31] Lying there in the grass watching children at play

[00:01:34] Watching lovers who pass like the wind on its way

[00:01:39] The skies deep and blue they would smile for you

[00:01:45] We would dance through the streets we would join this parade

[00:01:49] We would do all the things for which Sunday is made

[00:01:52] Without trying to know what tomorrow will be

[00:01:56] Having only one hope that together we'd see

[00:02:01] Our Sunday again Sunday back again

[00:02:08] Of the people I see in their Sunday disguise

[00:02:12] There are those who believe they are hopeful and wise

[00:02:15] Some are going to church for appearances' sake

[00:02:19] Some are willing to give half as much as they make

[00:02:22] Some will sleep the whole day having nowhere to go

[00:02:26] Some will visit a grave some will put on a show

[00:02:29] Well rehearsed in their part they will pass review

[00:02:33] Some will make Sunday love to have something to do

[00:02:38] Yet I envy their joy

[00:02:44] When their Sundays arrive they frolic they play

[00:02:48] I'm less than alive what more can I say

[00:02:55] Sunday's not my day