More songs by Maria Rodés
Description
Everything seems the same at the playground: the swings creak, the sandbox is full of other people's toys, adults exchange listless glances. But inside this ordinary picture, a secret quietly pulsates - the shared memory of a night that one has forgotten, while the other now carries it within themselves. The whole world around continues to live its usual life, while a little miracle grows in the womb, completely indifferent to the absence of promises and phone calls.
This is not a story about happiness together, but rather about quiet joy in spite of everything. About how loneliness on a bench among strangers' families can become a source of new strength. When the bitterness disappears, giving way to a strange calm: it doesn't matter if anyone remembers that evening. What matters is that a small universe has appeared inside.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tú me dijiste que vendrías al parque, pero fui sola.
Me quedé sola con esos niños y con sus madres, y con sus padres también.
Sé que ya no te acuerdas de mí, que ni me reconoces, no soy nadie para ti.
Pero está creciendo una ilusión, el fruto de esa noche contigo dentro de mí.
No conozco a tu familia, ni a tus amigos, ni a tu novia.
Quizá fuera una de esas madres mirando ausente en el parque.
Sé que ya no te acuerdas de mí, que ni me reconoces, no soy nadie para ti.
Pero está creciendo una ilusión, el fruto de esa noche contigo dentro de mí.
No sé si lo que voy a decir te va a dar igual o te va a confundir, pero me hace tan feliz ver lo que llevo dentro.
Hay un milagro en mí.
English translation
You told me you would come to the park, but I went alone.
I was left alone with those children and their mothers, and their fathers too.
I know that you no longer remember me, that you don't even recognize me, I am nobody to you.
But an illusion is growing, the fruit of that night with you inside me.
I don't know your family, your friends, or your girlfriend.
Maybe she was one of those mothers staring absently in the park.
I know that you no longer remember me, that you don't even recognize me, I am nobody to you.
But an illusion is growing, the fruit of that night with you inside me.
I don't know if what I'm going to say is going to matter to you or confuse you, but it makes me so happy to see what I have inside.
There is a miracle in me.