Jueves en inglés

Ver Letra OriginalJueves If I were more beautiful and a little bit more clever If I were special, If I were a magazine girl I'd have the courage of crossing the wagon and ask you who you are You sit in front of me and you don't imagine that I wear for you my most beautiful skirt And seeing you yawn to the cristal My pupils get flooded Suddenly you look at me, I look you and you sigh I close my eyes, you apart the view I barely breath, I get little And I start trembling And that way the days pass, from Monday to Friday Like the swallows of the Bécquer poem From station to station, opposite you and me The silence goes and comes Suddenly you look at me, I look you and you sigh I close my eyes, you apart the view I barely breath, I get little And I start trembling And then happens, my lips wake up They pronoun your name stamming I suppose you to think ''What a silly girl'' And I wanna die But time stops and you bring near saying ''I don't meet you and I allready missed you'' Each morning I reject the direct And I choose this train And we are arriving, my life has changed A special day, this eleventh March You take my hand, we come to a tunner That turns the light off I get your face, thanks to my hands I get brave and I kiss you in the lips You say that you love me and I get you The last breathe of my heart