Buenos Días Princesa
José María Ruiz
Good Morning Princess
One more day arrives first at the station
He will search with his clumsy steps for the same train
One more day, full of nerves as he crosses the city
He will tremble as if 60 years just went back
Rain equals Sun
He needs to see her one more day
To see her heart
His loneliness
Good morning, princess
He says again upon arrival
Who you are his love
He will ask, looking at him badly
She sits next to him
And again
He hands her a flower
And what does it matter if in reality
You don't even remember his name
He remained like a crystal glass
That yesterday he talks about with such happiness
His memory is
That fog that clouds the window
That will blur the sky one more day
Good morning, princess
He says again upon arrival
Who you are his love
He will ask, looking at him badly
She sits next to him
And again
He hands her a flower
And what does it matter if in reality
Then he goes back home
On the same train as yesterday
He will look at how infinite the sea is
Good morning, princess
He says again upon arrival
Who you are his love
He will ask, looking at him badly
She sits next to him
And again
He hands her a flower
And what does it matter if in reality
You don't even remember his name
His name
