Paroles et traduction Pedro Guerra - Greta

Greta

Se llamaba Greta como la famosa actriz
Ni tan rubia ni tan suelta ni tan frágil
Ni tan falta de complejos ni tan llena de carmín
Se llamaba Greta y era joven y feliz
Esperando la llegada de algún tren en la parada
Confundida, sin saber que las heridas son el precio de vivir
Y llegaste tú con tu bicicleta
Y tu estrecha camiseta a volarle el corazón
Y llegaste tú pura dinamita
Con disfraz de agua bendita
A volarle el corazón

Se llamaba Greta y aprendió como la actriz
A llorar por las esquinas y después como si nada
A decir agua pasada estoy curada la estrategia de mentir

Se marchó el ladrón con su bicicleta
Y sin flores para Greta que esperaba en el balcón
Pero ya no hay más ya no siente nada
Ya olvidó aquella jugada ya pasó lo que pasó

Se llamaba Greta y era joven y aprendiz
Le quedaron cicatrices de los días infelices
Engreído malnacido consentido
Ya no piensa más en tí

Ahora espera el tren o quizá la bicicleta
O los ojos de otro atleta
Como no se encuentran dos
Y vendrá tal vez y será un especialista
Y sabrá como un artista consolarle el corazón

Greta

Her name is Greta, like the famous actress
Not as blonde, not as loose, nor as fragile
Not as devoid of complexes, nor as full of carmine
Her name is Greta, and she is young and happy
Waiting for a train to arrive at the stop
Confused, not knowing that wounds are the price of living
And you arrived with your bicycle
And your tight t-shirt to steal her heart
And you came, a natural dynamite
Disguised as holy water
To steal her heart

Her name is Greta, and she learned like the actress
To cry in the corners and then act as if nothing had happened
To say "water under the bridge, I'm over it," the strategy of lying

The thief left with his bicycle
And without flowers for Greta, who waited on the balcony
But she doesn't feel anything anymore
She has already forgotten that play, what happened has happened

Her name was Greta, and she was young and a learner
She was left with scars from the unhappy days
Conceited outcast, spoiled and self-indulgent
She no longer thinks about you

Now she waits for the train, or maybe the bicycle
Or the eyes of another athlete
Since you'll never find another like her
And maybe he will come, and he will be a specialist
And he will know how to comfort her heart like an artist