How I like being back home
And waking up full of its smell
That always runs to the bed
And sleeps until the alarm clock
Today I have an appointment with the pillow
And a meeting with the fan
Because he doesn't understand excuses
And I leave my armchair on pause
There's no commitments with the clock
Because today, today is Sunday
I uncork a wine in the kitchen
And a good barbecue waits on the coals
Even though we have a thousand problems
Today we rest from the sorrows
That nobody breaks this moment
It's a day of celebration
We must toast for joy
Because tomorrow Monday it's over
There's no commitments with the clock
Because today, today is Sunday
There's no commitments with the clock
Because today, today is Sunday
Today is Sunday and it's not good for working
Today is Sunday, the day to enjoy
Tomorrow is a holiday, don't argue with me
Because I have the calendar, in Spanish and in English
Today is Sunday and it's not good for working
Today is Sunday, the day to enjoy
But see that when they meet
Two Latinos it always makes no difference
That it's Monday, that it's Tuesday, that it's Wednesday
That it'll always be Sunday
Today is Sunday and it's not good for working
Today is Sunday, the day to enjoy
Family and friends gather, to celebrate