Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jueves , by - La Oreja de Van Gogh. Release date: 21.10.2009
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jueves , by - La Oreja de Van Gogh. Jueves(original) |
| Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista |
| Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista |
| Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón |
| Y preguntarte quién eres |
| Te sientas enfrente y ni te imaginas |
| Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita |
| Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal |
| Se inundan mis pupilas |
| De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras |
| Yo cierro los ojos, tu apartas la vista |
| Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita |
| Y me pongo a temblar |
| Y así pasan los días de lunes a viernes |
| Como las golondrinas del poema de Becquer |
| De estación a estación |
| En frente tú y yo, va y viene el silencio |
| De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras |
| Yo cierro los ojos, tu apartas la vista |
| Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita |
| Y me pongo a temblar |
| Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios |
| Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando |
| Supongo que piensas: «Qué chica mas tonta» |
| Y me quiero morir |
| Pero el tiempo se para |
| Te acercas diciendo: |
| «Yo aún no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos |
| Cada mañana rechazo el directo y elijo este tren» |
| Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado |
| Un día especial este 11 de marzo |
| Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel |
| Que apaga la luz |
| Te encuentro la cara gracias a mis manos |
| Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios |
| Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo el último soplo de mi corazón |
| (translation) |
| 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 |
| That I wear my most beautiful skirt for you |
| And seeing you throw a yawn at the glass |
| my pupils are flooded |
| Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh |
| I close my eyes you turn away view |
| I barely breathe, I make myself small |
| And I start to tremble |
| And so the days go by from Monday to Friday |
| Like the swallows in Becquer's poem |
| From station to station |
| In front of you and me, 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 make myself small |
| And I start to tremble |
| And then it happens, my lips wake up |
| They pronounce your name stammering |
| I guess you think: "What a silly girl" |
| and I want to die |
| But time stops |
| You approach saying: |
| «I still don't know you and I already missed you |
| Every morning I reject the direct and choose this train» |
| And we are already arriving, 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 |