7 de Septiembre
Ana Torroja
September 7th
It seems unbelievable
That after so much time
Our ties broken
We still keep the illusion
Of our anniversary
The same little table
That has seen us tie
Hands underneath
Makes sure the usual corner
Stays reserved
And even though the story is over
There's something alive in that love
That even though we try to blow out
There are flames that not even the sea
The May flowers
Will slowly give way
To crow's feet
And we'll search each other with our eyes
In case there's something left
September 7th
Is our anniversary
And we won't know if we should kiss
On the cheek or on the lips
