Jueves

Let the Friday Sun rise on Thursday
The rain turned into sleigh bells
The conversation goes on corks and our journey
The storm, let's skip the tolls

And you who don't know why
I look at you like I sing
I sing to you like I look
And I who won't be able
To take you out of my photos, look for you in the city of yesterday

Your eyes are the calm in my chaos
You'll want to come back while I wonder
You're more beautiful than when you were beautiful
Your voice fell softly on the armchair

And you entering the threshold
Of those who sleep little, and I who suffocate
Looking for the right word
To tell you that
Thursdays are for this song

Even if I don't wake up the next day
Even if I don't know about you in this life
Even if I'm left with all the silences
I can sing to awaken my being

This spring won't be the same
I'm left hanging from your lock
The one that curls in the early morning
When you fell asleep on the armchair

Let the Friday Sun rise on Thursday
The rain turned into sleigh bells
The conversation goes on corks and our journey
The storm, let's skip the tolls