Jueves - La Oreja De Van Gogh
Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista
If I were prettier and a little bit smarter
Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista
If I were special, like the girls in magazines
Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón
I’d be brave enough to walk across the car
Y preguntarte quién eres.
Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas
You sit across from me and don’t even know
Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita.
I’m wearing my prettiest skirt just for you.
Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal
And when I see you yawn into the window pane
De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Suddenly you look at me, I look back and you sigh
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
I close my eyes, you look away
Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita
I can barely breath and become so small
Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes
And the days go by, Monday through Friday
Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer
Like the swallows of Bécquer’s poem
De estación a estación enfrente tú y yo
From station to station, facing each other
De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Suddenly you look at me, I look back and you sigh
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
I close my eyes, you look away
Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita
I can barely breath and become so small
Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios
And then it happens, my lips awakened
Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando.
Supongo que piensas que chica más tonta
I guess you’re thinking ‘what a silly girl’
Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo
But time freezes and you approach me saying
Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos.
'I don’t even know you and I already missed you.’
Cada mañana rechazo el directo
Every morning I choose this train
Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado
And we’re almost there, my life has changed
Un día especial este once de marzo.
Today March 11th is a special day.
Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel
You hold my hand, we get to a tunnel
And everything goes dark.
Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos.
I find your face thanks to my hands
Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios.
I brave up and kiss your lips
Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo
You say that you love me and I give you
El último soplo de mi corazón.
“This song is dedicated to the victims of the March 11th, 2004 terrorist attacks on several trains in the outskirts of Madrid (Spain) based on a real story, written on the diary of a passenger where there was an unfinished note, meaning that that same Thursday she was writing that entry on her diary, she was another victim of the attack where 191 people died.”
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