Christina y Los Subterraneos — Dias Grandes De Teresa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dias Grandes De Teresa" by Christina y Los Subterraneos.
Lyrics
Teresa con el pelo liso
En el año 73
Incendiando el paraíso
Con la huella azul de sus pies
Tan bonita y frágil
Bailando con extraños
Es difícil que no se haga daño
Es un pastel de cumpleaños
Invitado a un huracán
(Estribillo)
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Teresa y sus poemas rotos
De heridas y oscuridad
Ha esperado tanto el desfile
Que empieza a desfilar
A los veintiún años
Con su vestido blanco
Hay un coche para cada chica guapa
Y un anillo de hojalata
Y una soga por collar
(Estribillo)
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Teresa haciendo chocolate
En el año 92
Para su pequeño niño apache
Que está tocando el tambor
Y ahora lo sabes Teresa
Como tú siempre dices
Lo que quema deja cicatrices
Y ahora sentada en la ventana
Leyendo cartas de tu hermana
Puedes esperar sin prisa
Que deje de llover
(Estribillo)
Eran días grandes de teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Eran días grandes de teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Lyrics translation
Teresa with straight hair
In the year 73
Torching Paradise
With the blue print of his feet
So pretty and fragile
Dancing with strangers
It's hard not to get hurt
It's a birthday cake.
Invited to a hurricane
(Chorus)
Those were Teresa's big days.
Shooting at the sky of Madrid
Those were Teresa's big days.
I was close and I followed her.
Teresa and her broken poems
Of wounds and darkness
You've waited so long for the parade
That begins to parade
At the age of twenty-one
With her white dress
There's a car for every pretty girl
And a tin ring
And a rope for a necklace
(Chorus)
Those were Teresa's big days.
Shooting at the sky of Madrid
Those were Teresa's big days.
I was close and I followed her.
Teresa making chocolate
In the year 92
For your little apache boy
Who's playing the drum
And now you know it, Teresa.
Like you always say
What Burns leaves scars
And now sitting in the window
Reading letters from your sister
You can wait without haste
Let it stop raining
(Chorus)
Those were teresa's big days.
Shooting at the sky of Madrid
Those were Teresa's big days.
I was close and I followed her.
Those were teresa's big days.
Shooting at the sky of Madrid
Those were Teresa's big days.
I was close and I followed her.
I was close and I followed her.