Текст песни Sunday Morning - Mai Khalil , Lowkey
When
the
children
see
them,
they
point
and
laugh
When
the
children
see
them,
they
point
and
laugh
When
the
children
see
them,
they
point
and
laugh
But
they
don't
know
When
the
children
see
them,
they
point
and
laugh
When
the
children
see
them,
they
point
and
laugh
When
the
children
see
them,
they
point
and
laugh
But
they
don't
know
They
don't
know
She
lost
her
son
on
a
Sunday
Her
memory's
a
bloodstain
The
paper
showed
his
young
face
Who
remembered
his
mum's
name?
She
sleeps
with
the
blanket
he
was
wrapped
in
as
a
child
He's
not
dead
he's
just
napping
for
a
while
She
thinks
backwards
with
a
smile
On
a
clock,
the
hands
stop
Can't
accept
all
the
plans
Lost
sunny
Sundays
Dancing
to
Vandross
like:
I
used
to
be
such
a
bad
bad
boy
But
I
gave
it
up
When
I
fell
in
love
(ooh)
Hold
him
close
breathe
the
smell
of
his
skin
Preserving
every
little
thing
How
can
she
ever
begin
To
move
on?
Sunday
mornings
getting
the
groove
on
His
little
hands
wave,
their
new-born
grew
strong
through
songs
She
thinks
he's
coming
in
from
school
Made
his
favourite
dinner
too
Sitting
talking
to
an
empty
chair
in
the
living
room
Roams
the
street
calling
out
things
that
no
one
listens
to
Tried
to
treat
her
but
They
thought
solution
was
medicinal
No
And
I
don't
think
they'll
ever
comprehend
it
Schizophrenic
or
a
broken
heart
that
can't
be
mended
Now
she's
sitting
talking
to
herself
Where
the
bench
is
Relatives
wonder
when
she's
coming
to
her
senses
In
her
mind,
he
grew
Walked
the
passage
to
a
man
They
branded
it
as
madness
Never
planned
to
understand
She
can't
quite
touch
him
She
imagines
that
she
can
Holding
the
fabric
to
her
face
Squeezing
the
blanket
in
her
hand
Saying
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
I
dance
with
you
I
dance
with
you
(Oooh)
The
day
they
came
and
took
away
his
son
was
a
Sunday
But
he
only
woke
up
to
the
news
on
the
Monday
More
times
he
knows
the
situation
ends
one
way
But
he
looks
up
searching
for
some
hope
in
the
sunrays
A
year
passed,
two
years
passed,
three
years
passed
Finds
it
hard
to
get
over
the
shadow
that
the
fear
casts
Four
years
passed,
five
years
passed,
six,
seven,
eight
passed
Still
lays
a
hand
for
him
when
they
play
cards
His
bedroom
as
it
was,
doesn't
dare
to
touch
a
thing
Hums
himself
to
sleep
with
the
songs
his
son
would
sing,
like:
Ain't
no
sunshine
when
she's
gone
Only
darkness
every
day
Ain't
no
sunshine
now
he's
gone
Only
darkness
every
day
You
might
see
him
by
the
betting
shop
Asking
for
a
spare
pound
His
shoes
are
getting
tattered
And
he's
losing
all
his
hair
now
Sees
him
in
his
dreams
but
He
doesn't
know
his
whereabouts
Sees
him
in
the
mirror
'Cause
there's
nothing
else
he
cares
'bout
Sees
him
in
the
crowd
but
The
truth
is,
he
isn't
there
Goes
after
him
and
chases
but
Every
time,
he
disappears
Cars
pass
him
by
And
passengers
just
sit
and
stare
Talking
to
himself
in
a
cruel
world
that
didn't
care
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
(ah
ya
ya)
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
(hey)
I
dance
with
you
(oh)
I
dance
with
you
(ah)
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
(every
Sunday
morning,
yeah)
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
(ah
oh)
Every
Sunday
morning
na
ya
ya
I
dance
with
you
(oh)
I
dance
with
you
(ah)
I
don't
think
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
(no
no
no)
I
don't
think
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
(oh)
I
don't
think
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
'Cause
I
need
you
I
need
you
I
don't
think
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
I
don't
think
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
I
don't
think
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
'Cause
I
need
you
(I
need
you)
I
need
you
1 Soundtrack to the Struggle 2
2 Ahmed
3 The Return of Lowkey
4 Sunday Morning
5 Skit 1
6 The Death of Neoliberalism
7 Skit 2
8 Ghosts of Grenfell
9 Islamophobic Lullabies
10 Goat Flow
11 Mcdonald Trump
12 Children of Diaspora
13 Skit 3
14 Heroes of Human History
15 Long Live Palestine 3
16 Letter to the 1%
17 Skit 4
18 Lords of War
19 Ghosts of Grenfell 2
20 Neoliberalism Kills People
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