Jueves

If I were prettier and a little smarter
If it were special, if it were from a magazine
I would have the courage to cross the wagon
And wonder who you are

You sit in front and you can't even imagine
I wear my most beautiful skirt for you
And seeing you yawn at the glass
My pupils flood

Suddenly, you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes you turn away view
I barely breathe, I become small
And I start to tremble

And so the days go by, from Monday to Friday
Like the swallows in Bécquer's poem
And from station to station, in front of you and me
The silence comes and goes

Suddenly, you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes you turn away view
I barely breathe, I become small
And I start to tremble

And then it happens, my lips wake up
They pronounce your name, stuttering
I guess you think: What a stupid girl
And I want to die

But time stops and you approach saying
I don't know you yet and I already missed you
Every morning, I reject the direct
And I choose this train

And we're getting there, my life has changed
A special day, this March 11
You take my hand, we reach a tunnel
That turns off the light

I find your face, thanks to my hands
I become brave and kiss you on the lips
You say you love me and I give you
The last breath of my heart