Domingo
Titãs
Sunday
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I go out there
Without anywhere to go
It's not the seventh of September
Nor All Saints' Day
It's not Good Friday
Nor any other holiday
And before I forget where I am
Before I forget where I am
Where is my mind?
Everything is closed
Everything is closed
Sunday is always like this
And who isn't used to it?
It's a day of rest
It didn't need so much
It's a day of rest
Program Sílvio Santos
And before I confuse Sunday
Before I confuse Sunday
Sunday with Monday
Sunday I want to see Sunday go by
Sunday I want to see Sunday end
Sunday I want to see Sunday go by
Sunday I want to see Sunday end
Everything is closed
Everything is closed
Sunday is always like this
And who isn't used to it?
It's a day of rest
It didn't need so much
It's a day of rest
Program Sílvio Santos
And before I confuse Sunday
Before I confuse Sunday
Sunday with Monday
Sunday I want to see Sunday go by
Sunday I want to see Sunday end
Sunday I want to see Sunday go by
Sunday I want to see Sunday end
Until next time, until next time, until next Sunday
Until next time, until next time, until next Sunday
