Jueves [English translation]

If I were more beautiful, and a little smarter

if I were special, if I were in a magazine

I'd have the courage of crossing the wagon

and ask who are you

You sit in front of me

and you don't even imagine

that it is for you that I wear my most beautiful skirt,

and when I see you throw a yawn at the crystal

my pupils are flooded

Suddenly you look at me

I look at you and you sigh

I close my eyes

you look away

I barely breath

I become small

and I shiver

and days go on like this, from monday to friday

like the nightningales in Bequer's poem

from station to station, in front you and I

here comes the silence

Suddenly you look at me

I look at you and you sigh

I close my eyes

you look away

I barely breath

I become small

and I shiver

And then it happens,

my lips wake up

they pronounce your name stammering

I suppose you are thinking "what a stupid girl"

and I want to die

but the time stops

and you approach saying:

"I don't know you, and I've been missing you"

every morning, I reject the bus and I take this train

And we are close to arriving,

my life has changed

this march 11 has been a special day

you take my hand, we get to a tunnel

that turns off the light

I find your face,

thanks to my hands

I become brave

and I kiss your lips

you say you love me

and I give to you the last breath of my heart