"Jueves" as written by Alvaro Fuentes Ibarz, Haritz Garde Fernandez, Pablo Benegas Urabayen and Xabier San Martin Beldarrain....
Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista
Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista
Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón
Y preguntarte quién eres

Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas
Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita
Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal
Se inundan mis pupilas

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar

Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes
Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer
De estación a estación, enfrente tú y yo
Va y viene el silencio

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar

Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios
Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando
Supongo que piensas qué chica más tonta
Y me quiero morir

Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo
Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos
Cada mañana rechazo el directo
Y elijo este tren

Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado
Un día especial este once de marzo
Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel
Que apaga la luz

Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos
Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios
Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo
El último soplo de mi corazón


Lyrics submitted by Astridblu, edited by PolarNorth

"Jueves" as written by Alvaro Fuentes Ibarz Pablo Benegas Urabayen

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    TranslationIf I were more beautiful, and a little smarter
    If I were special, if I were in a magazine
    I'd have the courage of crossing the train car
    and ask who are you

    You sit in front of me
    And you don't even imagine
    That it is for you that I wear my most beautiful skirt,
    And when I see you yawning at the glass
    My pupils are flooded

    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 shiver

    And days go on like this, from Monday to Friday
    Like the nightningales in Bequer's poem
    From station to station, when we are in front of each other
    The silence comes between us

    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 shiver

    And then it happens,
    My lips wake up
    They pronounce your name stammering
    I suppose you are thinking "What a stupid girl"
    And I want to die

    But the time stops
    And you approach saying:
    "I don't know you, and I've been missing you"
    Every morning, I miss the bus and I take this train

    And we are close to arriving,
    My life has changed
    This March 11 has been a special day
    You take my hand, we go through a tunnel
    And the lights go out

    I caress your face with my hands
    I become brave and kiss your lips
    You say you love me and
    I give to you the last puff of my heart
    PolarNorthon June 08, 2013   Link

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