Letra de 11 de marzo(ingles)

If I were more beautiful and a little list
especially if, as journal
would have value, crossing the vagon
and ask who you are.

You sit in front
and neither you imagine,
I carry my skirt for you more beautiful,
and see you throw a yawn with the crystal
flood my eyes.

Suddenly you look
you look at them and sigh
I close my eyes
your eyes away
barely breathing
I pequeñita
I start to shiver and

and so pass the days, Monday through Friday
like the swallows of Becker´s poem
from season to season in front of you and me
there is silence

Suddenly you look
you look at them and sigh
I close my eyes
your eyes away
barely breathing
I pequeñita
I start to shiver and

So true
wake up my lips
pronounce your name stammering
I suppose you think that girl dumbest
I want to die

but the time for
and saying you approach
I do not know, and you made less
each morning and choose to reject the direct train this

And since we are
my life changed
a special day in March this eleven
I take the hand we reach a tunnel
that turns off the light

I find you face
through my hands
I become brave
and you kiss on the lips
say you love me
and I present the last breath of my heart
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