Pale Sunday The White Tambourine
Who’s that girl playing a white tambourine?
And singing “la, la, lala… la, la, lala”
I don’t know where she comes from
But the way she plays, makes me feel happy
How I’m feeling happy
For a while I close my eyes
And I feel that I can fly
But I open them again
I’m afraid that she goes (that she goes away)
Who’s that girl playing a white tambourine?
And singing “la, la, lala… la, la, lala”
I need to know where she comes from
If she lives in this world
I’m feeling so happy
How I’m feeling happy
Then I run across the square
Near her I finally say how wonderful she is
Then she smiles and gives me a kiss
