Roses (Rosas) - La Oreja de Van Gogh (Spain)

In a day of those, when I used to think
"today is gonna be the less expected day",
we crossed, you decided to look at
the little blue eyes that are now by your side.

Since the moment I met you
summarizing in a hurry, time of silence,
I swear that I didn't tell anybody again
that we have the world record in love.

That's why I used to have my little face all wet
waiting for you to bring me roses, a thousand roses for me,
because you already know that I love those things
that I don't care if it's foolish, I'm like that.
Even if it looks like a lie to me that my life is escaping
while I imagine that you are back here,
where every Friday afternoon, as usual,
the hope tells me "still, maybe today...".

Escaping one night of a yawn of sun,
you asked me to kiss you.
They are so cheap my love,
how much will cost you to silent me with one of those.

After six month you said goodbye,
was a pleasure to match with you in this life.
There I stay, with my heart in one hand,
in the other one, excuses not even you understand.

That's why I used to have my little face all wet
waiting for you to bring me roses, a thousand roses for me,
because you already know that I love those things
that I don't care if it's foolish, I'm like that.
Even if it looks like a lie to me that my life is escaping
while I imagine that you are back here,
where every Friday afternoon, as usual,
the hope tells me "still, maybe today...".

I started thinking that
the true love is just the first one.
Because I just started to suspect
that the rest are only to be forgotten...

That's why I used to have my little face all wet
waiting for you to bring me roses, a thousand roses for me,
because you already know that I love those things
that I don't care if it's foolish, I'm like that.
Even if it looks like a lie to me that my life is escaping
while I imagine that you are back here,
where every Friday afternoon, as usual,
the hope tells me "still, maybe today...".