Cada Domingo a Las Doce
Arturo Zambo Cavero
Every Sunday at Twelve
When you have to leave
I want you to know
That I'll be thinking of you
All my days
You will live in my joy and my sadness
You will reign on the altar of my soul
Upon leaving, you will leave me your agonies
In the house that without you
Became very sad
No one will take the place you had
Because my love died when you left
Every Sunday at twelve, I will go to the window
To wait for you as before after mass
And on the lonely corner, I will see my soul
Waiting for your steps, seeking my arms and without your smile
The morning Sun will go away, the bells will cry for you
Every Sunday at twelve after mass
Every Sunday at twelve, I will go to the window
To wait for you as before after mass
And on the lonely corner, I will see my soul
Waiting for your steps, seeking my arms and without your smile
The morning Sun will go away, the bells will cry for you
Every Sunday at twelve after, after mass
