Diumenge [English translation]

A sip of you, with the taste of you,

While having flesh and body and laughter for supper.

Our hearts beat at similar paces,

We embrace, skin on skin and caresses.

It's twelve o'clock and we're still in bed,

Sundays, moans and love bites.

I don't want a pillow if I have someone's chest...

I don't want to leave: not yet!

And I open my eyes and I see the window,

My thesis on the desk; shit!

And two dark eyes and a naked body...

The desire to stay under the waist.

[Chorus:]

But, goddamn!

I don't know how his/her kisses

Have such a hold on me!

I also know that these kisses

Are only for me today,

And tomorrow doesn't matter...

And tomorrow doesn't matter!

Because if you live for the here and now,

You don't look for perfection,

But you find them each moment

In between orgasms and songs.

For, if you look deep inside,

You'll have the feeling

Of living intensely,

Of being free in love,

Of loving freely...!

[Chorus:]

But, goddamn!

I don't know how his/her kisses

Have such a hold on me!

I also know that these kisses

Are only for me today,

And tomorrow doesn't matter...

And tomorrow doesn't matter!

And tomorrow doesn't matter...

And tomorrow doesn't matter...