I have a Sunday band That always touches in the square With a tuba grandota And a few saucers of tin. 2 The dog that The child moves the tail wants a sponge cake The grandmother sells cookies And the priest asks devout That Sunday they dirty the square To think that Sunday is to rest And I that alive joining papers go away to complaining to the municipality(corporated town). (Bis) And nevertheless I like the band When every Sunday it puts to touch And I papers taking this pace, which to the whole square it seems to infect.... I have a Sunday band That always touches in the square With a tuba grandota And a few saucers of tin (Bis) I have a Sunday band... ( Bis 6 times)