Sunday morning,
I wake up with a hangover.
In my head and my ears
yet the music of yesterday evening.

I comb my hair,
put on my best used shirt,
goin´ down the stairs
out on the streets.

The smell of Sunday
in the empty lane.
Sun awakening my spirit,
the city, mildly greeting me.

In the park a mom and a little girl,
dancing and laughing on the grass.
Singing songs of yesterday,
Echoing in the canyon,
like a fading dream.
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