Era Domingo
Reginaldo Rossi
It Was Sunday
This story took place
When I left my great love
At that station smiling
A beautiful day, it was Sunday
And away went my great love
Look at the train, didn’t even warn me
Left taking with it in a car
My great love, my heart
And I left her there smiling
And here I stayed, burning inside
And if you’ve ever had a love
That one day just walked away
You must feel in your heart
The same sorrow and the same pain
As the author of this song
How my heart suffered
I was the one who wrote this song
