Traduzione Jueves

If I were more beautiful
and a little more smart
if I were special,
if I were on a magazine
I would have the bravery
"to cross the coach"*
and ask you who you are

you sit in front of me
and you cannot imagine that I wear my better skirt for you
and when I see you
giving a yawn to the glass
my pupils inundate

suddenly you look at me
I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes and you avert my gaze
when I breathe I become so little
and I start to tremble

and this way days go by from Mondays to Fridays
as the swallows in the poem by Becquer
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 and you avert my gaze when I breathe I become so little
and I start to tremble

and this is what happens
my lips wake up
they pronounce your name stuttering
I guess you think "what a stupid girl"
and I would like to die

but time stops and you come closer
saying "I don't know you yet
but I already miss you"
each morning I refuse
to get on the nonstop train
and I choose this train

and we are already arriving
my life has changed
this 11th march is a day so special
you take my hand
we arrive to a tunnel
that turn the light off

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







* the bravery to break down my shyness