Текст и перевод песни Pedro Guerra - Greta - Remasterizado

Greta - Remasterizado

Se llamaba Greta, como la famosa actriz
Ni tan rubia ni tan suelta ni tan frágil
Ni tan falta de complejos, ni tan ágil de reflejos
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 - Remastered

Her name was Greta, like the famous actress
Not as blonde, nor as loose, nor as fragile
Nor as lacking in complexes, nor as quick on her feet
Nor as full of carmine

Her name was Greta and she was young and happy
Waiting for a train at the station
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 arrived, pure dynamite
In the guise of holy water
To steal her heart

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

The thief left with his bicycle
And without flowers for Greta who was waiting on the balcony
But there is no more, she feels nothing
She has already forgotten that play, what happened, happened

Her name was Greta and she was young and a learner
She was left with scars from the unhappy days
Conceited, bastard, spoiled
She doesn't think about you anymore

Now she's waiting for the train or maybe the bicycle
Or the eyes of another athlete
Since two are not found
And maybe he'll come and be a specialist
And he'll know how to comfort her heart like an artist