On a cold night
Surrounded by glass lights
Ground made of silence
He just flies

No one can see him
No one can hear
No one conceives a white bug
As the white line
Cross the sky

(chorus)
Uneasy road of Sunday
I can’t avoid it
It fills my windy soul with sorrow
For the fact I couldn’t go back
I had to ramble
I had to ramble on

I step out on the cold air
And touch my willing wings
Falling leaves evoking old songs
Hide from me the word

I say to myself: climb over this
You’re on your way now, go
You’re on your way now, go
You’re on your way now, go

(chorus)
Uneasy days of Sunday
I can’t avoid it
It fills my windy soul with sorrow
For the fact I couldn’t go back
I had to ramble