Hora Punta En El Metro

I went down to the platform, and I crossed paths with her
She was in a hurry, so was I, rush hour in the metro
10 years ago, in front of her building
The first kiss, she gave me
Maybe I forgot about her
I remembered her, with pigtails and white socks
Coming back from her school
Hug in a corner, trembling with emotion

I went down to the platform and I crossed paths with her
She recognized me or maybe not, rush hour in the metro

I remembered her, with pigtails and white socks
Coming back from her school
Hug in a corner, trembling with emotion

I went down to the platform and I crossed paths with her
She recognized me, or maybe not, rush hour in the metro
She recognized me, or maybe not, rush hour in the metro
She recognized me, or maybe not, rush hour in the metro
She recognized me, or maybe not, rush hour in the metro