my own sun

Andrea Bocelli

What a wonderful thing a sunny day
The cool air after a thunderstorm!
The fresh breezes banish the heavy air?
What a wonderful thing a sunny day.

But another sun,
that?s brighter still
It?s my own sun
that?s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It?s in your face!
It?s in your face!

Shining is the glass from your window;
A washwoman is singing and bragging
Wringing and hanging laundry and singing
Shining is the glass from your window.

But another sun,
that?s brighter still
It?s my own sun
that?s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It?s in your face!
It?s in your face!

When night comes and the sun
has gone down,
I start feeling blue;
I?d stay below your window
When night comes and the sun
has gone down.

But another sun,
that?s brighter still
It?s my own sun
that?s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It?s in your face!
It?s in your face!