Текст и перевод песни Anders Glenmark - Mare mare

Mare mare

Mare Mare.
Vad gör man med en söndagmorgon?
Mare Mare.
Vad gör man med en söndagmorgon?

Jo man kan sätta hundra spänn
På att havet finns där ute än,
Så jag släpper ner min persienn,
Lika bra att slumra till igen.
Det satsar jag på.

Mare Mare...

Jo man kan skriva hem till Bill,
Det var ju faktiskt ända sen april.
Undrar om hans dag som min står still.
Den blir väl bara vad man gör den till.
Det satsar jag på.

Mare Mare...

Jo man kan nå sin atmosfär,
Lösa livets gåtor bättre där.
Kanske bäst att leva som man lär.
Tids nog står man inför Sankte Per.
Vem saknar mig då?

Mare Mare...

Mare mare

Mare Mare.
Honey, what do you do on a Sunday morning?
Mare Mare.
Honey, what do you do on a Sunday morning?

Well, you could bet a hundred bucks
That the ocean is still out there,
So I'll close my blinds,
Might as well go back to sleep.
That's what I will do.

Mare Mare...

Well, you could write home to Bill,
It has been since April,
I wonder if his day is as still as mine.
Maybe it's just what you make it.
That's what I will do.

Mare Mare...

Well, you could reach for the sky,
Solve all of life's mysteries there.
Maybe you should just do as I say.
Sooner or later, you'll be facing Saint Peter.
Who will miss you then?

Mare Mare...