Jueves [English translation]

If I were more good-looking and a little more ready

If I were special, If I were of a magazine

I would have the bravery, of to cross the (train) coach

And ask you who you are.

You sit in front and nor you imagine,

That I wore for you my most prettiest skirt,

And to see you throw a yawn to the crystal

My pupils flood.

Suddenly you look at me

I look at you and you sigh

I close the eyes

You shift the sight

I almost breathe

I make myself small

And I make myself tremble

And like this the days pass, of Monday to Friday

Like the swallows of the poem of Becquer

Of station to station from in front you and I

Then comes the silence

Suddenly you look at me

I look at you and you sigh

I close the eyes

You shift the sight

I almost breathe

I make myself small

And I make myself tremble

And then occurs my lips awaken

They pronounce your stammered name

I suppose that you think "that most stupid girl"

And I want to die

But the time stops

And you near saying

I don't know you and already I miss you

Each morning I reject the direct and I choose the train

And already we are arriving my life has changed

A special day this 11th of March

You take my hand we arrive at the tunnel

that turns out the light

I encounter your face

thanks to my hands

I return myself brave

And I kiss you on the lips

You say that you love me

And I gift you the last exhale of my heart