this one always made my cry, “el 7 de septiembre”, by the spanish band Mecano (1991). i always thought it was the saddest thing ever. i’m for the first time in my life thinking that, perhaps, it can be read differently.
who would say that
after such a long time
after we broke our bounds
we keep looking forward to our anniversary
the very same tiny table that saw us
holding hand below it
makes sure that small corner
keeps always reserved for us
and despite our story is over
there is somethig alive in this love
and despite we try to blow it
there are flames that not even the sea (can estiguish)
the flowers of may will slowly defeat
to crow’s feet
and we will look for each other with our eyes
in case there is something left
the 7th of september
it’s our anniversary
and we don’t know if we should kiss in the chick or in the lips
in either case, tear!