Domingos sin tu amor

How you loved to stay in bed on Sundays
put on my pajama shirt, dance to the Rolling Stones
How you loved to read while I played my guitar
trying to write a song
but now that you're not here, I don't want to get up
because now I can't stand Sundays
and if I go out for a walk, the city is so sad
that I can't even find a friend.

I don't like Sundays without your love
the truth is, I would change the calendar
it hurts to remember, knowing you're not here
I don't like Sundays without your love.

How you loved for me to wake you up in the morning
tickling your back, you would get up in a great mood
How you loved to stay in bed on Sundays
put on my pajama shirt, dance to the Rolling Stones
but now that you're not here, I don't want to get up
because now I can't stand Sundays
and if I go out for a walk, the city is so sad
that I can't even find a friend.