Era Domingo [English translation]

It was a Sunday

My perplexed glance

Was worldly

In the razor-like voice

Life, crumbs

And I want more than this

All the beauty

In the fortress

Of a sky full of blueish shades

Beautiful music

Coming through the window

Sounded like blues

And I was so alone

So without anyone

Amid the dust of the crowd

In my mouth there was a sweet

A bitter taste

I was free, a slave to passion

The day was rising

And the Three Sisters1

A sad constellation

At that time

Hostages to dawn

Like my heart

And I was so alone

So without anyone

Amid the dust of the crowd

In my mouth there was a sweet

A bitter taste

I was free, a slave to passion

And I was so alone

So without anyone

Amid the dust of the crowd

In my mouth there was a sweet

A bitter taste

I was free, a slave to passion

It was a Sunday

My perplexed glance

Was worldly

In the razor-like voice

Life, crumbs

And I want more than this

All the beauty

In the fortress

Of a sky full of blueish shades

Beautiful music

Coming through the window

Sounded like blues

It was a Sunday

It was wordly

It was a Sunday

It was wordly

It was a Sunday

It was wordly

It was a Sunday...

1. Also called Three Kings: the three bright stars aligned in the Orion constellation