If 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
If 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