One of those days

I can't stand this day.
We know it's Sunday morning,
It's not possible for me to stay.
This is one of these days...
that everything is fucked up and
grinding my head... grinding my head.
I'll wait for the messenger.
Between the darkness
he will provide the clarity...
Where did my angels run and hide?
Where are the guys with lucky eyes?
Where do the strangers sleep at night?
Sleep this night... How can I?
I can't stand this day,
We know it's Sunday morning and
It's not possible for me to stay.
This is one of these days...
A day or a night - Can not stay -
This is one of these days...
that everything is fucked up
and grinding my head...
grinding my head. Head... Head...

Najwa odia los domingos... y yo.
Pero odio tambien los viernes por la tarde,
cuando en el trabajo no pasan las horas.