Tarde De Domingo Rara

Sunday afternoon
you come to pick me up
and we're going to waste some time
we go back down to the bar
of Lucia's sister's boyfriend,
who was with a guy who made her suffer
and came with eyes of total failure
wanting to cry, wanting to leave it all behind.

Two whiskeys with orange
and some french fries
to laugh at how damn life is.
They're showing the World Cup on the bar's TV,
Spain is coming home, I play foosball with you,
honestly, it doesn't matter.
Who cares who wins or loses?
If we never risk anything
No, no, no

My crazy heart
wanted you last night
and not this morning,
I'm pure indecision.
We live in cruel times
or at least they seem to me
we live waiting for another stroke of luck
no, no, no

If we never risk anything
no, no, no, no, no, no,
On this Sunday afternoon
that Monday will seem distant.

What do the words hide
that we say without thinking?
What do the songs talk about
that I can't stop listening to?
They always say the same thing,
they say my innocence is lost
and there's no turning back.

They're showing the World Cup on the bar's TV
Spain is coming home, I play foosball with you
honestly, it doesn't matter.
Who cares who wins or loses?
If we never risk anything.

No, no, no

On this Sunday afternoon
that Monday will seem distant
on this weird Sunday afternoon.