Still Wobbling In Love...

(From this blog)

Though the song is based on the 2004 Madrid train bombings, it still makes sense otherwise.

If I were prettier and smarter
If I were special; if I looked like a model
I might have the courage to cross the carriage
And ask you who you are.


You sit in front and do not even notice
That I am wearing my special skirt for you
And on seeing me you heave a yawn at the window pane.
My eyes well up.


Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh.
I close my eyes, you look away.
I hardly breathe; I feel small
And I begin to tremble.

And thus pass the days from Monday to Friday
Like the swallows from the poem by Bécquer.
From station to station, in front of you and me
The silence comes and goes.

Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh.
I close my eyes, you look away.
I hardly breathe; I feel small
And I begin to tremble.

And then it happens, my lips wake up
Stuttering your name.
I assume that you are thinking “What a silly girl!”
And I want to die

But then time stops and you move closer saying
“I do not even know you and I already miss you.
Every morning I skip the non-stop one
And take this train”

As we are about to arrive, my life has changed.
A special day, this eleventh of March
You take my hand, we arrive at a tunnel
And it goes dark.

I find your face with my hands.
I gather courage and kiss you on the lips.
You say that you love me and I give you
The last faint beat of my heart.