Tarde De Domingo Rara [English translation]

Sunday in the afternoon

You come to find me and we go

Kill time for a while

We go back down to the canteen

The boyfriend of the sister of Lucia

Who was with a guy that made her miserable

and came with eyes of a total screw up

wanting cry, wanting to give up everything

Two whiskies with orange and some fried

chips to laugh about the bitch that is life.

The World Cup showing on the bar telly,

Spanish's coming home

I play table football with you,

I really don't mind,

What does it matter who loses or wins

If we never gamble anything

No no no no no no no no no

No no no no no no no no no

Last night my crazy heart loved you and

This morning it doesn't, I'm utterly indecisive.

We live through cruel times, or it seems that way to me.

We live wanting for another stroke of luck.

No no no no no no no no no if we never gamble anything.

No no no no no no no no no on this Sunday afternoon

Keep the moon away

Hide the words we say without thinking.

What do the words I don't stop listening to talk about?

They always say the same, they say my innocence

Has been lost, it'll never come back.

The World Cup showing on the bar telly,

Spanish's coming home

I play table football with you,

I really don't mind,

What does it matter who loses or wins

If we never gamble anything

No no no no no no no no no

No no no no no no no no no

On this Sunday afternoon

Keep the moon away

On this strange Sunday afternoon