Mi Canción De Domingo

Terrified with happiness
In a dark room at noon
In the bed, there's a corner
With circles of lost light

And I, sing in the grave
And you, scatter the rose
Over the tombstone

We go down to have some tea
In a bar on Paseo de Gracia
People look with disdain
at my cigarette trembling with longing

And I, sing in the grave
And you, scatter the rose
Over the tombstone

You're in my song
singing on Sunday once again
You're in my song singing once again
My song, my song, my song

I say goodbye to the poor entrance
I think your name is Elena
And I'm left alone once again
In the holy afternoon of sorrows

The hours that won't come back
The days, the months, the years
Are the rhymes of the gravedigger
Are the rhymes of the gravedigger

And I, sing in the grave
And you, white and beautiful
Under the roses

You're in my song
singing on Sunday once again
You're in my song singing once again
My song, my song, my song