Spanish songs

Soft Sunday, my neighborhood sounds

The sun settles over the vermouth

I walk down slowly, greetings at the bar

Small tapas, peace feeling big

Simple talk, the cold drifts away

Laughs crossing all of the city

Sunday with no rush, calm sips

At vermouth hour, everything slows

The street sings, the moment glows

The glass shines, the table's a temple

Sunday tastes like warmth and wind

No clock, no fear of the end

Just one toast and another ritual

Life pauses inside this place

At vermouth hour, everything slows

The street sings, the moment glows

The glass shines, the table's a temple

Sunday tastes like warmth and wind

I pay the bill, I keep the flavor

Sunday falls asleep, the murmur ends