Cae la tarde, comienza la llovizna
Hoy no te vi, estabas ocupada
Sigue el domingo, así muy lento
Siguen las olas, ahí sin nosotros.

Pero mañana no, ya no será domingo
Comienza la faena, la tertulia
Comienza la semana, nueva
Es hora, debes venir, vendras.

Hay esperanza, el tiempo corre
Como corre hacia ti mi pensamiento
Todo lo tengo ya, todo lo sueño
Porque el lunes vendrá, con tus cabellos.

Con tus ojos de miel, casi perfectos
Con tu hermosa cintura de cristal
Donde tendrán mis brazos un lugar
Para apretarte a mí, mañana.

🔩

It's Sunday, the afternoon is silent
I woke up like this, like every Sunday
There is no special one, nothing new
Nothing changes the new year.

Evening falls, the drizzle begins
I didn't see you today, you were busy
Follow Sunday, so very slow
The waves continue, there without us.

But tomorrow no, it won't be Sunday anymore
The task begins, the gathering
The week starts, new
It's time, you must come, you will come.

There is hope, time is running
How my thought runs to you
I already have everything, I dream everything
Because Monday will come, with your hair.

With your honey eyes, almost perfect
With your beautiful crystal waist
Where my arms will have a place
To squeeze me, tomorrow.