Domingo
Gal Costa
Sunday
Round and round, everyone spins
Around this afternoon
This square is beautiful
And the Rose resting in the middle of the circle
In the midst of the afternoon of a vast garden
Rose, don’t wait for me
Rose, sweet girl resting
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
Young, lost, quiet
There’s no dawn waiting for me
Young, lost, quiet
(Rose, sweet girl resting)
There’s no dawn
(Don’t wait for anything)
Waiting for me
(Don’t wait for me)
