El 7 de Septiembre is a nostalgic toast to a love that has officially ended yet stubbornly refuses to die. Every year, on that exact date, the former couple meets at the same little table, hands brushing like they used to beneath the surface, keeping their private tradition alive. The song paints their anniversary as a bittersweet ritual: flowers wilt, laughter lines appear, but the spark they share keeps glowing even when both try to blow it out.
Instead of mourning what's lost, Mecano celebrates the fragile magic that survives past the breakup. The lyrics swing between tender memories and awkward present-day questions—Do we kiss on the cheek or on the lips?—showing how love can linger in the spaces between habit and hope. Ultimately, it is a reminder that some flames are so deep-rooted that not even an ocean can extinguish them.