if i was more pretty, like out of a magazine...

So, at the moment, im obsessed with a song called "jueves" by "La oreja de van gogh". It is a song that this group made in remembarance of the madrid 11the of march terrorist bombings...

here are the lyrics and translation:

Jueves-La Oreja de Van Gogh

Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista,

si fuera especial, si fuera de revista,

tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón

y preguntarte quién eres.

 

Te sientas enfrente y ni te imaginas

que llevo por ti mi falda mas bonita,

y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal

se inundan mis pupilas.

 

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras,

yo cierro los ojos tu apartas la vista,

apenas respiero me hago pequeñita

y me pongo a temblar.

 

Y asi pasan los dias de lunes a viernes,

como las golondrinas del poema de Bequer,

de estaciona estacion,

de frente tu y yo va y viene el silencio.

 

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras,

yo cierro los ojos tu apartas la vista,

apenas respiero me hago pequeñita

y me pongo a temblar.

 

Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios,

pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando,

supongo que piensas que chica mas tonta,

y me quiero morir.

 

Pero el tiempo se para,

te acercas diciendo,

yo aun no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos,

cada mañana rechazo el directo y elijo este tren.

 

Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado,

un dia especial este 11 de marzo,

me tomas la mano, llegamos a un tunel

que apaga la luz.

 

Te encuentro la cara gracias a mis manos, me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios, dices que me quieres y yo te regalo el ultimo soplo de mi corazón.

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-Thursday-The ear of Van Gogh

If i was a little bit more special, and a bit more smart,

Is I was special, is I was out of a magazine,

I would have the guts to cross the wagon

And ask you “who are you?”

 

You sit infront of me and you cant imagine

That im wearing my best skirt just for you

I see you yawning against the glass

And my pupils fill up.

 

Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you gasp

I close my eyes and you look away

I hardly breathe I want to become invisible

I start to shake

 

That’s how the days go by from Monday to Friday

Like the swallows from the poem of Becquer

From season to season

You infront of me, the silence comes and goes

 

Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you gasp

I close my eyes and you look away

I hardly breathe I want to become invisible

I start to shake

 

And suddenly it happens, my lips awaken

They pronounce your name stuttering

You probably think “what a stupid girl”

I want to die…

 

But the time around me stops

You come close to me saying

I don’t even know you but I already missed you

Every morning I don’t take the direct route, I pick this train

 

We are nearly there, my life has changed

A special day this 11th of march

You take my hand, we approach a tunnel

The lights go out

 

I find your face, thanks to my hands

I become brave and I kiss you on the lips

You tell me you love me and I give you

The last beat of my heart

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you can find the song here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyTk-K16Npc

please listen, it is so beatiful...

The song is a love story about 2 people who sit on the same train in the morning, and one special day, they declare to each other that they love eachother, but then, the bomb explodes, killing the woman...

when it says in the song "the light goes out" that signifies the bomb exploding...

 

oh, and yes, the group is called the ear of van gogh, wierd name huh? xD

Done