Jueves [English translation]

If I were prettier and just a bit sharper

If I were special, from a magazine cover

I'd be brave enough to cross this train car

and ask you who you are

You sit just across and you have no idea

That I'm wearing, for you my best-looking skirt

And upon seeing you yawn against the window pane,

My eyes become flooded.

Suddenly, you turn (toward me)

I look at you, you sigh**

I close my eyes shut

You avert your gaze elsewhere

I barely can breathe

I feel so very small

and I start to shake

And that's how it goes, from Monday to Friday

Like nightingales from that poem by Bequer

From stop to stop, we sit just across

and then comes the silence

Suddenly, you turn (toward me)

I look at you, you sigh

I close my eyes shut

You avert your gaze elsewhere

I barely can breathe

I feel so very small

and I start to shake

Then it just happens – Awoken, my lips part

They begin saying your name, stuttering along

You must be thinking, "What a silly girl"

and I want to die

But instead time stops

you say, getting closer,

"I don't even know you, but I've missed you already

Every morning I choose to take this train instead of the express"

And now we're arriving, my life changed completely

A special day be this 11 of March

You take my hand in yours, we enter a tunnel

that shuts off the light

Then I find your face,

Thanks be to my hands

I gather the courage

and I kiss you on the lips

You say that you love me

And to you, I give away my heart's final breath***

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