Sunday Impressions Lyrics by Pizzicato Five

Sunday Impressions Lyrics

    (konishi)
    Translators: andrei cunha


    Boku no
    Nanimo kamo ga
    Iya ni natta
    Nichiyo no gogo
    Niji-han sugi

    Hidoku jikan wo
    Kakete
    Bathroom de
    Hige wo sotteta

    Toshi wo totte
    Zurui kao ni natte
    Tada hidoku
    Kutabireteru
    Kagami no naka no

    Arifureta otoko
    Arifureta hanashi
    Arifureta
    Nichiyo no gogo

    Subete
    Akirametara
    Hima ni natta
    Nichiyo no gogo
    Goji-han sugi

    Boku wa
    Gaiya-seki de
    Taikutsu na shiai wo
    Mite ita

    Koi no tabi ni
    Koi no owari no
    Koto wo
    Kangaeta
    Kimi ni totte wa
    Kinen subeki hi

    Arifureta futari
    Arifureta hanashi
    Arifureta
    Nichiyo no gogo

    Bathroom ni
    Kagi wo kaketa
    Mama de
    Mo dare mo boku ni
    Aenai

    Kore de sayonara
    Hige wo sorioeta

    Arifureta otoko
    Arifureta hanashi
    Arifureta
    Nichiyo no gogo

    Hidoku
    Tsumaranai otoko
    Arifureta hanashi
    Arifureta
    Nichiyo no gogo



    Mo dare mo boku ni
    Aenai



    ----------------------------
    I started hating
    Everything about myself
    On a sunday
    Afternoon
    A bit past two-thirty

    Spent a long time
    Locked up in
    The bathroom
    Shaving staring at my own face

    I got older
    I look like a crook
    I look
    So tired
    A vulgar man

    Stares back at me
    Such a vulgar story
    Such a vulgar
    Sunday afternoon

    I gave up
    Doing anything
    And then
    I had nothing to do
    On a sunday afternoon at 5:30 pm

    I was sitting at
    The outfield bleachers
    Watching a boring
    Game

    When i fall in love
    I start thinking about
    The end of
    Love
    This is a day
    To remember

    Our vulgar couple
    Such a vulgar story
    Such a vulgar
    Sunday afternoon

    I locked myself up
    In the bathroom
    Realised
    Nobody wants
    To see me

    I suppose this is good-bye
    As i finished shaving

    A vulgar man
    A vulgar story
    Were staring back at me
    On a vulgar sunday afternoon

    I am
    Such a boring guy
    Such a vulgar story
    Such a vulgar
    Sunday afternoon



    Nobody wants
    To see me

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