The Palm-trees are growing in the sand
The birds are flying in the air
The flowers cover all the hill
All the things are at their places
But you are not here.

You, every Monday
You, all my life.

The river tries to reach the sea
The sea tries to create the rain
The rain tries to fall on the ground
All the things are right
But you are not here.

You, every Tuesday
You, all my life.

Walking alone without your love
I can't live
I want another world
Walking alone, I miss your lips
The honey of your kisses
Your white and satin dress.

You, every Wednesday
You, all my life.

People are going to their works
The Train is running to the city
The city is awaking in the morning
All the things are at their places
But you are not here.

You, every Sunday
You, all my life.

Across the hours
Along the years
I could understand
That I'm nothing without you.
In my life.

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Letra y música / Lyrics and Music:Guillermo Albelo