Marta - Nena Daconte

Marta viste ojos verdes y un sol marcado en la cabeza

Con su descapotado blanco recorre la ciudad

Crecen flores por donde ella pisa, es la reina del local

Le gustaba volar, le gustaba jugar, desconectarse de tí

Hace tiempo que voló, sin despedirse de mí

Pero Marta ya no dice nada, porque no hay nada más que pueda decir

Se llevó mis pinturas de colores, me dejó plantada en éste mundo raro.(bis)

Marta, por Madrid, un duende con mirada triste;

Un espejo para la soledad que siempre va detrás de ella

Nunca cumplirá los 50 y no quieres descubrir

Que de todas formas le costaba seguir

Le gustaba volar, le gustaba jugar

Pero Marta ya no dice nada, porque no hay nada más que pueda decir

Se llevó mis pinturas de colores, me dejó plantada en éste mundo raro.(bis)

Pero Marta ya no dice nada, porque no hay nada más que pueda decir

Se llevó mis pinturas de colores, me dejó plantada en éste mundo raro

Marta o Marta, Marta, Marta

Marta wears green eyes and a marked sun on her head

With her white convertible she runs through the city

Flowers grow where she steps, she is the queen of the place

She liked to fly, she liked to play, disconnect from you

She has long since flown, without saying goodbye to me

But Marta no longer says anything, because there is nothing more that she can say

She took my colored paints, she left me planted in this strange world (Bis)

Marta, for Madrid, an elf with a sad look;

A mirror for loneliness that always goes behind her

She will never turn 50 and you don't want to find out

That she still had a hard time following

She liked to fly, she liked to play

But Marta no longer says anything, because there is nothing more that she can say

She took my colored paints, she left me planted in this strange world (Bis)

But Marta no longer says anything, because there is nothing more that she can say

She took my color paints, she stood me up in this weird world

Martha or Martha, Martha, Martha