SHY

I can see how you are beautiful,

can you feel my eyes on you,

I´m shy and turn my head away.

Working late in diner Citylite,

I see that you get home alright,

make sure that you can´t see me,

hoping you will see me.

Sometimes, I´m wondering why

you look me and you blink your eye,

you can´t be acting like my Dana (can you?)

I see you in Citylite diner serving

all those meals and then

I see reflections of me in your eye, oh please.

Talk to me, show some pity,

you touch in many, many ways,

but i´m shy, can´t you see?

Obsessed by you, your looks, well,

anyway "I would any day die for you"

I write on paper and erased away,

still I sit in diner Citylite,

drinking coffee or reading lies,

turn my head and i can see you,

could that really be you.

Sometimes I´m wondering why

you look me and you blink your eye,

you can´t be acting like my Dana.

I see your beautiful smile

and I would like to run away from

reflection of me in your eyes,

oh please.

Talk to me, show some pity,

you touch me in many, many ways,

but I´m shy, can´t you see?

I see, can´t have you, can´t leave you

there 'cos I must sometimes see you

and I don´t understand

how you can keep me in chains

and every waken hour,

I feel you taking power

from me and I can´t leave

repeating the scenery over again.

Sometimes, I´m wondering why

you look me and you blink your eye,

you can´t be acting like my Dana?

I see you beautiful smile

and I would like to run away from

reflections of me in your eyes, oh please.

Talk to me, show some pity,

you touch me in many, many ways,

but I´m shy, can´t you see

Oh, baby, talk to me, show some pity,

you touch me in many, many ways,

but I´m shy, can´t you,

I´m shy, can´t you

I´m shy, can´t you see

Sometimes I´m wondering why you look me and you blink your eye on me. Sería tan sencillo tener el valor suficiente para hacer una pregunta, para tener una conversación. Sería tan fácil actuar y salir de dudas, para bien o para mal.

Pero no.

Yo sigo pensando, sigo atascado, sigo en lo mismo. Por mucho que lo evite, aunque intente no pensar en ello. Me persigue y no consigo quitármelo de la cabeza.

Tendré que decidir entre avergonzarme ahora de lo que he hecho o de arrepentirme en un futuro de lo que dejé de hacer. Mi consejo para los demás es que actúen, que es mejor arrepentirse de lo hecho que de lo que dejaste sin hacer... pero cuesta tanto sacar el valor para ello.

Si, al menos, hubiese una señal. Quizá las haya pero no sea lo suficientemente atento. O no quiero aceptarlas y prefiero seguir en esta espiral de supuestos.

¡Qué difícil es dar el primer paso!