Last Sunday after Z. Friedwald From Polish

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It’s not the time to look for excuses.
The fact that it's over.          
Now a stranger appeared, who richer
And better than me.
He stole my happiness with you.

I have one request, maybe the last one,
The first in many years:
Give me that only one Sunday,
Only old Sunday.
Then let all  the world collapse.

Refrain
It's last happiness Sunday.
We will part after over,
We will part ways to-morrow
For eternity.
It's last happiness Sunday
So don't pity for me more
Look at me tenderly, implore,
Hide your pity.

You will have enough of happy Sundays.
What  will happen then to me - who knows.

It's last happiness Sunday
So don't pity for me more
Look at me tenderly, implore,
Hide your pity.

You will have enough of happy Sundays.
What  will happen then to me - who knows.

It is last happy Sunday.
All my dream desepiered
Happiness so desired
It's over goes.