Jueves [English translation]

If I were prettier and a little bit smarter

If I were special, if I were like a model

I would have the courage to cross the train car

and ask you who you are.

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

that I'm wearing my best skirt just for you,

And when I see you yawn against the glass

my pupils fill with tears.

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 start shaking

And days go on like this, from Monday to Friday

like the nightingales in Becquer's poem

One station after another we sit there in front of each other.

And there comes the silence

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 start shaking

And then it happens, my lips wake

they utter your name, stuttering

I guess you think "what a silly girl"

And I want to die

But time stops

and you come closer saying

I don't know you but I already missed you

Every morning I let the direct train pass and choose this instead.

We are already arriving and my life has changed

A special day, this 11th March

You hold my hand, we enter a tunnel

And the lights go out.

I find your face

thanks to my hands

I build up my courage

and I give you a kiss.

You tell me 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)