Текст песни A hetedik napon

On this morning the world is different somehow Wobbles the trolley, bored of being empty Harsh alarm clocks don't make a sound I can even lie until noontime. Some get on he bus, ride out beyond the city Some in cars, on motor cycles speed wildly Some repairs them until the evening Yet they will not start. Some dig a whole, build up walls alone Some loose money, some sink into bathtub Many listen to the news A gentleman upstairs plays the violin