A buena hora
Sergio Dalma
About time
Autumn Sunday, 9 o'clock
Sitting in my room and thinking about what time hides
Looking at the photos, reading your letters, shouting your name
Autumn Sunday, 9 o'clock
A moment ago you called me after so many years
Perhaps your conscience and my patience have become allies
You tell me that right now you wish you were here
By my side
By my side...
And I even smile to avoid starting to cry
You've had so much time and you didn't want to come back
About time
You come to tell me that I am that person
Who has known how to give you what the heart doesn't erase
Now you're wrong
About time,
You come to heal the soul you left broken
And to change my life because now you feel like it
About time...
Autumn Sunday, 9 o'clock
Mother experience has told me not to settle anymore
Time and years put one where they belong
What is born pure also becomes corrupted
And how dare you go back again
You've had so much time, you better stay as you are
Allow me to say...
That about time
You come to tell me that I am that person
Who has known how to give you what the heart doesn't erase
Now you're wrong
About time,
You come to heal the soul you left broken
And to change my life because now you feel like it
About time...
