In this wind, in this night, in your company, in this place of my heart,What is it? What is it? What is it that I can't forget?In this wind, in this night, in your company, in this place of my heart,What is it? What is it that I can't forget?Sometimes I forget, I forget everything,Sometimes I lose everything one by one,Sometimes I suffer from trouble,Sometimes I am away from all things,Some people cry, some people suffer.Some things are worthwhile, some fall,All are forgotten, forgotten, forgottenSundays, the Sundays waiting for youYou and me are still in the cageYour face is black and your hair is greyYou saw the tears in your eyes, but now you are goneSundays, the Sundays waiting for youYou and me are still in the cage, but now you are goneSundays, the Sundays waiting for you