Greta - Pedro Guerra

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

Her name was Greta after the famous actress

Neither so blonde nor so loose nor so fragile

Neither so lacking in complexes nor so full of carmine

She was called Greta and she was young and happy

Waiting for the arrival of a train at the stop

Confused, not knowing that wounds are the price of living

And you arrived with your bicycle

And your tight shirt to blow his heart

And you arrived, pure dynamite

With holy water disguise

to blow his heart

She was called Greta and she learned as the actress

To cry in the corners and then as if nothing

To say old water I am cured the strategy of lying

The thief left with his bicycle

And no flowers for Greta who was waiting on the balcony

But there is no more, he no longer feels anything

She already forgot that play, what happened already happened

She was called Greta and she was young and apprentice

He was left with scars from the unhappy days

cocky bastard spoiled

I don't think about you anymore

Now wait for the train or maybe the bike

Or the eyes of another athlete

As no two meet

And he will come maybe and he will be a specialist

And she will know like an artist to console her heart