Jueves [English translation]

(intended to preserve musical timing and poetic sensibility)

If I were good looking and a little sharper

if special I were, in some magazine cover

I'd be brave enough this wagon to cross

and ask who you are

Sitting in front of me

you don't even imagine

I'm wearing for you my most beautiful skirt

and seeing you give a yawn to the glass

floods my eyes with tears

You suddenly see me, I look at you sighing

I fast close my eyes as your gaze turns away

I can barely breath

and I'm feeling so small

that I shiver away

So is day after day, Monday to Friday

like nightingales in a poem of Becker's

season to season, in front you and I

in silence we stay

You suddenly see me, I look at you sighing

I fast close my eyes as your gaze turns away

I can barely breath

and I'm feeling so small

that I shiver away

Then it just happens

my lips break awake

pronouncing your name with a mumbling stutter

you're probably thinking what a foolish girl

and I want to die

Time suddenly stops

you get near me saying

"I don't even know you but miss you all the same

every morning I skip a direct route and choose this train"

We are almost there

my life has now changed

a most special day this 11th of March

you're taking my hand, we enter a tunnel

that turns off the light

I just found your face

thanks to my hands

I am becoming brave

as I'm kissing your lips

you say that you love me

and I'm forced to give you the very last beat of my loving heart