
Date of issue: 21.10.2009
Song language: Spanish
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 |