If I were prettier and a little smarter
If I were special, if I were a magazine
I would have the courage to cross the carriage
And ask you who you are
You sit in front and you can't even imagine
That I'm wearing my most beautiful skirt for you
And when I see you yawn at the glass
My pupils flood
br/>Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes you look away
As soon as I breathe I become small
And I start to shake
And so the days pass from Monday to Friday
Like the swallows in Bequer's poem
From park to station
In front of you and I the silence comes and goes
Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you look away
As soon as I breathe I become small
And I start to tremble
And then it happens, my lips wake up
br/>They pronounce your name stuttering
I guess you think what a stupid girl
And I want to die
But time stops
You approach saying
I still don't know I know you and I already missed you
Every morning I reject the direct train and choose this train
And we are already arriving, my life has changed
A special day this March 11
You take my hand, we reach a tunnel
That turns off the light
I find your face thanks to my hands
I become brave and kiss you on the lips
You say that You love me and I give you
The last breath of my heart

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