Esta Tarde
Esta tarde... es una tarde especial
crees que dijo que hoy te llamaría...
Tus amigas te tendrán que aconsejar
qué pedirás en el bar.
Has quedado a tomar café
y a ti nunca te ha gustado.
Y qué cara vas a poner...
cuando se siente a tu lado.
Hoy te pondrás, tus vaqueros más gastados
y con cuidado te despeinarás...
Y en la ventana, le verás llegar
detrás de la cortina...
Fumarás medio paquete de rubios
robado a tu mama... Y ya eres un poco mayor...
para ponerte tan nerviosa.
Le entregarás tu corazón...
como cualquier cosa.
Y esta tarde, iréis los dos a merendar
y yo os saludaré al pasar...
This Afternoon
This afternoon... is a special afternoon
you think he said he would call you today...
Your friends will have to advise you
on what to order at the bar.
You agreed to have coffee
and you have never liked it.
And what face will you put on...
when he sits next to you.
Today you will wear your most worn-out jeans
carefully mess up your hair...
And at the window, you will see him arrive
behind the curtain...
You will smoke half a pack of blondes
stolen from your mom... And you are already a little older...
to get so nervous.
You will hand over your heart...
like it's nothing.
And this afternoon, you two will go for a snack
d and I will greet you as you pass by...
Escrita por: David Summers