Les millionnaires du dimanche

Sunday morning feels so good
It’s a break
And the cars on the road are like a train
Full of dreams
On this day, we pay less attention
To the spending
It’s because we’ve got millions
Of hopes
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Sunday millionaires
Leave the bread on the table
For a white shirt
That looks way better on them
Sunday millionaires
Turn a shack made of wood
Into a little cabin under the trees
Where they’re much happier
In the cafes, the bettors rush
To place their bets
By the water, we go out for lunch
And we fish
If the forests are just bushes
At the fair
It’s because we stock up on tenderness
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As soon as the evening finishes lighting
The stars
It’s time to go, the end of a pleasant day
While talking about Sunday often
Everyone thinks
It’s too short to live just one day
Of carefree joy
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