“Domingou” by Gilberto Gil
Source: Ministério da Cultura do Brasil, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
The album that gave us last week’s Sunday song actually included two tracks about Sunday. The title of this one, “Domingou,” plays with the word for Sunday (domingo) as if it were a verb, creating something like “It Sundayed.”
“It Sundayed”
From the window the city lights up
As it has never lit up before
It’s three in the afternoon, it’s Sunday
In the city, on Christ the Redeemer
It’s Sunday on the passing trolley
It’s Sunday for the girl and in the park
It’s Sunday, hey, it Sundayed, my love
Today is market day, it’s Sunday
How much do beans cost these days
It’s three in the afternoon, it’s Sunday
On Ipanema and in my heart
It’s Sunday in Vietnam
In Australia, in Itapuã
It’s Sunday, hey, hey, it Sundayed, my love
Those with the heaviest hearts
Those who want to find their love
Take a spin in Lido park
O-skindô, o-skindô, o-skindô-lelê
Anyone who wants to find a home
Anyone who’s engaged and thinking about marriage
Can look at the paper calmly
The morning paper comes early
But it doesn’t bring what I want to know
I know the news that I read
I already knew it even before reading
What movie do you want to see
So much longing, I need to forget
It’s Sunday, hey, it Sundayed, my love
Look at the street, my love, my dear
So many people coming and going
It’s three in the afternoon, it’s Sunday
Let’s take a walk too
The trolley travels so slowly
Look at the time passing, look at the time
It’s Sunday, it Sundayed again, my love