If I were prettier and a little bit smarter
If I were special, if I were like a model
I would have the courage to cross the train car
and ask you who you are.
You sit in front of me and you don't even imagine
that I'm wearing my best skirt just for you,
And when I see you yawn against the glass
my pupils fill with tears.
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 start shaking
And days go on like this, from Monday to Friday
like the nightingales in Becquer's poem
One station after another we sit there in front of each other.
And there 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 start shaking
And then it happens, my lips wake
they utter your name, stuttering
I guess you think "what a silly girl"
And I want to die
But time stops
and you come closer saying
I don't know you but I already missed you
Every morning I let the direct train pass and choose this instead.
We are already arriving and my life has changed
A special day, this 11th March
You hold my hand, we enter a tunnel
And the lights go out.
I find your face
thanks to my hands
I build up my courage
and I give you a kiss.
You tell me you love me
And I give you the last breath of my heart