Eurovision 1982 Austria:
Mess - "Sonntag"
Sonntag
Heut' ist Sonntag, ein kleiner Sonntag
Ein feiner Sonntag, so könnt' es immer bleiben
Jeden Sonntag vergeht der Sonntag
Wie immer, viel zu schnell
Jeden Sonntag bin ich alleine
Bei mir zu Hause auf meiner kleinen Insel
Und am Sonntag fühl' ich mich immer
Wie Freitag und Robinson
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Sonnensonntag ob Regensonntag
An jedem Sonntag fühl' ich mich wunderbar
Denn Sonntagmorgen bis Sonntagabend
Lieg' ich in meinem Himmelbett
Jeder Sonntag beginnt mit Montag
Wird schön am Mittwoch
Und dauert dann bis Freitag
Und der Samstag ist fast schon Sonntag
Da geht's erst richtig los
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa… Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa… Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, ѕo ein Sonnentаg
Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sunday
Today is Sunday, a little Sunday
A fine Sunday, it could be like this forever
Every Sunday, the Sunday's passing
Like always, far too quickly
Every Sunday I'm alone
At home on my little island
And on Sunday I'm always feeling
Like Friday and Robinson
On Sunday I need a little time for myself
Just a little rest, no rush, no watch
Sunny Sunday or rainy Sunday
On every Sunday I feel wonderful
Because from Sunday-morning to Sunday-evening
I'm lying in my four-poster bed
Every Sunday starts on Monday
Is getting good on Wednesday
And lasts then until Friday
And Saturday is nearly Sunday
And the party just begins
On Sunday I need a little time for myself
Just a little rest, no rush, no watch
Sunday, I like Sundays
The whole week long, I'm waiting for Sunday
Sunday, such a sunny day
And is giving me the right vibrations
Sunday, I like Sundays
Every Sunday I'm already looking forward to the next
Sunday, such a sunny day
It has this special something
On Sunday I need a little time for myself
Just a little rest, no rush, no watch
Sunday, I like Sundays
The whole week long, I'm waiting for Sunday
Sunday, such a sunny day
And is giving me the right vibrations
Sunday, I like Sundays
Every Sunday I'm already looking forward to the next
Sunday, such a sunny day
It has this special something
Sunday, I like Sundays
The whole week long, I'm waiting for Sunday
Sunday, such a sunny day
And is giving me the right vibrations
Sunday, such a sunny day
And is giving me the right vibrations
Sunday, such a sunny day
And is giving me the right vibrаtionѕ
Honey Bee
You're so sunny, I don't need money
You make life funny, it's twisting and sweet and
So like honey just when it's runny
You know you're good enough to eat
It's a wonder, there's no more thunder
To drag me under and love me off my feet and
You're so handy, as sweet as candy
You know you're good enough to eat
You are my honey bee, as sweet as pie to me
Don't say goodbye to me – what on earth would I do?
I got nothing but sweet, sweet laughing
And turtle-doving all sugary and spice
And you're my sweetness and my completeness
And everything that tastes so nice
I have told you I want to hold you
And never scold you when you are so sweet
And I'm not wasting my honey-tasting
You know you're good enough to eat
You are my honey bee, as sweet as pie to me
Don't say goodbye to me – what on earth would I do?
Whoa… honey bee, keep on spinning me
Find the sweetest way into my heart
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetness part
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Find the sweetest way into my heart
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetness part
You are my honey bee, as sweet as pie to me
Don't say goodbye to me – what on earth would I do?
Whoa… honey bee, keep on spinning me
Find the sweetest way into my heart
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetness part
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Find the sweetest way into my heart
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetness part
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Find the sweetest way into my heart
Honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetness part
Whoa… honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetness part
Oh… honey bee, keep on spinning me
Never let the sweetnesѕ pаrt
Sunday
Today is Sunday, my lovely Sunday
I wish that Sunday could stay like this forever
Every Sunday goes on to Monday
And passes far too soon
Every Sunday, yes, every Sunday
I stay at home and live a day of solitude
Every Sunday I feel like Friday
I'm in Friday and Robinson
Each Sunday brings to me the week's tranquility
I need some rest and then I can live up again
Sunny Sunday, a rainy Sunday
It doesn't matter 'cause Sunday I'm happy
Sunday morning till Sunday evening
I stay right here, in my bed
Every Sunday begins a Monday
And proves on Wednesday it's beautiful till Friday
Then comes Saturday, almost Sunday
And that's when the fun begins
Each Sunday brings to me the week's tranquility
I need some rest and then I can live up again
Whoa… Sunday, I love Sunday
All the week I'm waiting for my glorious Sunday
Sunday, such a sun-day
That's the day that I really love
Sunday, I love Sunday
All the Sunday I'm already waiting for Sunday
Sunday, such a sunny day
Oh, it's the day that I really love
Each Sunday brings to me the week's tranquility
I need some rest and then I can live up again
Whoa… Sunday, I love Sunday
All the week I'm waiting for my glorious Sunday
Sunday, such a sun-day
That's the day that I really love
Sunday, I love Sunday
All the Sunday I'm already waiting for Sunday
Sunday, such a sunny day
Oh, it's the day that I really love
Sunday, such a sunny day
It's the day that I really love, whoa…
Sunday, such a sunny day
It'ѕ the day that I reаlly love
ARTISTS
- Elisabeth 'Lizzy' Engstler (as member of Mess)
- Fritz (as member of Mess)Real name: Michael Scheikl
COMPOSER
- Michael Mell
LYRICIST
- Rudolf Leve
CONDUCTOR
- Richard Österreicher
- Austria 1991: Venedig im Regen (conductor)
- Austria 1990: Keine Mauern mehr (conductor)
- Austria 1987: Nur noch Gefühl (conductor)
- Austria 1986: Die Zeit ist einsam (conductor)
- Austria 1985: Kinder dieser Welt (conductor)
- Austria 1984: Einfach weg (conductor)
- Austria 1983: Hurricane (conductor)
- Austria 1981: Wenn du da bist (conductor)
- Austria 1980: Du bist Musik (conductor)
- Austria 1979: Heute in Jerusalem (conductor)
- Austria 1978: Mrs. Caroline Robinson (conductor)
SPOKESPERSON
- Tilia Herold
- Austria 1995: spokesperson
- Austria 1994: spokesperson
- Austria 1990: spokesperson
- Austria 1989: spokesperson
- Austria 1988: spokesperson
- Austria 1987: spokesperson
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- Austria 1983: spokesperson
COMMENTATOR
- Ernst Grissemann
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