Domingo
Caetano Veloso
Sunday
Round and round, everyone spins
Around this afternoon
This square is beautiful
And the rose resting in the center of the circle
In the middle of the afternoon of a vast garden
Rose, don’t wait for me
Rose, girl at rest
Don’t wait for anything
Don’t wait for me
Round and round, everyone spins
Around this square
This afternoon is dead
And the poor rose
In the square and at the door
In the room, in the afternoon of the same garden
What day is waiting for me
New, lost, silent
There’s no dawn waiting for me
New, lost, silent
There’s no dawn waiting for me
