Jueves [English translation]

If only I was prettier and a little bit smarter,

If only I was special, if I was from a magazine,

I would have the courage to cross the train

And ask you who you are.

You sit in front of me and don't even imagine,

That I'm wearing my prettiest skirt for you,

And, seeing you throw a yawn at the crystal,

my pupils start flooding.

Then suddenly you see me,

I look at you and you sigh,

I close my eyes,

You look away,

I'm barely breathing,

I become so small

and I start to tremble.

And so the days go by, Monday through Friday,

like the swallows of Bécquer's poem,

From station to station, sitting face to face,

Silence comes and goes.

Then suddenly you see me,

I look at you and you sigh,

I close my eyes,

You look away,

I'm barely breathing,

I become so small

and I start to tremble.

And then suddenly it happens, my lips wake up,

They pronounce your name stuttering,

I suppose now you're thinking, "What a stupid girl!"

And I want to die.

But time stops

And you come closer saying

"I don't know you but I started to miss you,

every morning, I reject the direct train and I take this one instead."

And now we're arriving, my life has changed,

A day so special this March 11,

You take my hand, we go into a tunnel

that turns off the lights.

I find your face

thanks to my hands,

I become brave

and I kiss you on the lips,

You say that you love me

And I give you the last breath of my heart.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:A las cinco en el Astoria (2008)