Eerbetoon aan de 191 slachoffers van de aanslag in Madrid op 11 maart 2004. In honouring of the 191 victims of the terrorist attack in Madrid on the 11 of March of 2004. If I were more beautiful, and a little smarter if I were special, if I were in a magazine Id have the courage of crossing the wagon and ask who are you You sit in front of me and you dont even imagine that it is for you that I wear my most beautiful skirt, and when I see you throw a yawn at the crystal my pupils are flooded Suddenly you look at me I look at you and you sigh I close my eyes you look away I barely breath I become small and I shiver and days go on like this, from monday to friday like the nightningales in Bequers poem from station to station, in front you and I here comes the silence Suddenly you look at me I look at you and you sigh I close my eyes you look away I barely breath I become small and I shiver And then it happens, my lips wake up they pronounce your name stammering I suppose you are thinking what a stupid girl and I want to die but the time stops and you approach saying: I dont know you, and Ive been missing you every morning, I reject the bus and I take this train And we are close to arriving, my life has changed this march 11 has been a special day you take my hand, we get to a tunnel that turns off the light I find your face, thanks to my hands I become brave and I kiss your lips you say you love me and I give to you the last breath of my heart Taken from lyricstranslate/en/jueves-thursday.html#ixzz2vepv8x6m
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