Ella - Taburete

Ella, nunca piensa siempre vuela,

no ha perdido su inocencia,

pero no le quedan medias.

A ella le gusta vestir de smoking,

vaqueros, bambas Cherokee y sonrisas de primavera.

Y cuando el mundo no la quiera saludar,

se dará cuenta y volverá.

Te esperaré sentado en el mismo sofá,

como si el tiempo se volviera realidad.

Ella, ella, ella, solamente ella, ella.

A ella le gusta soñar despierta,

pasar dias en la bañera

y meterse la vida en vena.

Ella, querrá volver a tenerte

y con un poco de suerte será para la vida entera.

Y cuando el mundo no la quiera saludar

se dará cuenta y volverá.

Te esperaré sentado en el mismo sofá como si el tiempo se volviera realidad.

Ella, ella, ella, solamente ella, ella.

One deux trois (…)

Ella, ella, ella.

She never thinks she always flies

she has not lost her innocence of her,

but she has no stockings left of hers.

She likes to dress in a tuxedo,

jeans, Cherokee sneakers and spring smiles.

And when the world doesn't want to greet her,

she will find out and come back.

I'll wait for you sitting on the same sofa,

as if time became reality.

She, she, she, only she, she.

She likes to daydream

spend days in the bathtub

and put life in vein.

She, she will want to have you again

and with a bit of luck she will be for life.

And when the world doesn't want to greet her

she will find out and come back.

I will wait for you sitting on the same sofa as if time became reality.

She, she, she, only she, she.

One deux trois (…)

She, she, she.