Letra de Jueves 11 de marzo (inglés)

If prettier
And a little list
If special
If journal
Have the courage
Crossing the wagon
And wonder who you are
You sit in front
And do you think
I carry it for you
My beautiful skirt
And to see you throw
A yawn the glass
They flood my eyes

Suddenly I look
You look and sigh
I close my eyes
You look away
just breathe
I get tiny
And I begin to tremble

And so the days pass
Monday to Friday
Like the swallows
Becquer´s poem
From station to station
In front of you and me
Silence comes and goes

Suddenly I look
You look and sigh
I close my eyes
You look away
just breathe
I get tiny
And I begin to tremble

And then it happens
Wake up my lips
Your name pronounced stutter
I suppose you think
What a silly girl
And I want to die

But time for
You go saying
I do not know you
And you missed
Every morning the direct rejection
And I choose this train

And we´re almost there
My life has changed
A special day
This March 11
You take my hand
We came to a tunnel
That turns off the light

I find your face
With my hands
I become brave
And I kiss on the lips
You say you love me
And I´ll give you
The last breath of my heart