Letra de Sonntagmorgen (translation)

And your sorrows I would like to have, You spoiled rich man. Sunrise Sunday morning. There are all the many years which are not yet so far. Be careful! The world will find out, There somehow always is someone Who gets under your hat. And everything is good Sunday morning. And my sorrow It is a feeling That I wish to spare you. Sunrise on Sunday morning, There are all the roads which cross one another Until late into the night. Be careful! The world will find out, There somehow always is someone Who gets under your hat. And everything is good. Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning