Lyrics of A Buena Hora - Sergio Dalma

A Buena Hora (original)

Domingo de otoño, 9 de la noche
Sentado en mí cuarto y pensando
Lo que el tiempo esconde
Mirando las fotos, leyendo tus cartas
Gritando tu nombre
Domingo de otoño, 9 de la noche
Hace un momento me has llamado
Después de tantos años
Quizá tu conciencia y mi paciencia
Se han vuelto aliados
Me dices que en este momento
Quisieras estar aquí
A mi lado, a mi lado…
Y yo, que hasta sonrío
Por no empezar a llorar
Has tenido tanto tiempo
Y no has querido regresar
A buena hora, vienes a decirme
Que yo soy esa persona
Que ha sabido darte lo que el corazón no borra
Ahora te equivocas a buena hora
Vienes a curar el alma que dejaste rota
Y a cambiar mi vida porque ahora se te antoja
A buena hora…
Domingo de otoño, 9 de la noche
La madre experiencia me ha dicho
Que ya no me conforme
El tiempo y los años colocan
A uno donde corresponde
Lo que nace puro
También se corrompe
¿Y tú, como te atreves otra vez
A dar marcha atrás?
Has tenido tanto tiempo
Mejor te quedas como estas
Permite decir… que A buena hora
Vienes a decirme que yo soy esa persona
Que ha sabido darte lo que el corazón no borra
Ahora te equivocas a buena hora
Vienes a curar el alma que dejaste rota
Y a cambiar mi vida porque ahora se te antoja
A buena hora…
(Gracias a Carlos por esta letra)

(translation)

Autumn Sunday, 9 p.m.
Sitting in my room and thinking
what time hides
Looking at the photos, reading your letters
Screaming your name
Autumn Sunday, 9 p.m.
a moment ago you called me
After so many years
Maybe your conscience and my patience
They have become allies
You tell me that at this moment
would you like to be here
By my side, by my side...
And I, who even smile
for not starting to cry
you've had so long
And you didn't want to come back
At a good time, you come to tell me
that I am that person
That has been able to give you what the heart does not erase
Now you're wrong at a good time
You come to heal the soul that you left broken
And to change my life because now you feel like it
At good Time…
Autumn Sunday, 9 p.m.
Mother experience has told me
that I no longer conform
Time and years place
to one where it belongs
What is born pure
It also gets corrupted
And you, how dare you again
To turn back?
you've had so long
You better stay as you are
Lets say… that A good time
You come to tell me that I am that person
That has been able to give you what the heart does not erase
Now you're wrong at a good time
You come to heal the soul that you left broken
And to change my life because now you feel like it
At good Time…
(Thanks to Carlos for these lyrics)