Juan Carlos Baglietto — Mirta, De Regreso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mirta, De Regreso" by Juan Carlos Baglietto.
Lyrics
De regreso, Mirta
Ya sabes tres años a la sombra
No quiero saber si me fuiste fiel
Yo se que una mujer valiente se inclina igual
Para el lado de la sed
Servime algo, Mirta
Parece mentira el verte como antes
Pero para el que vuelve del infierno
Ya no hay mas fantasías
Solo quiere un tiempo blando
Pero esto Mirta nunca lo sabrás
No es necesario que estés alegre
Ni que prendas la luz
Entré despacio sin que me vea nadie
La noche se abre como un abrigo, Mirta
Y es un sábado más, como dice el tango
Mirta contame cómo andas
Hacé de cuenta que estuve navegando
Es casi lo mismo solo cambia el paisaje
Abajo el mar, que nuca se ve
Arriba el cielo, el cielo raso
Y tu foto en la pared
La moda ha cambiado un poco, Mirta
Ya no hay ni un pelo largo
Todos parecen soldados
Me siento parado en un cementerio
Me recibió el frío y un nuevo gobierno
Mirta no recuerdo ni tu cuerpo
Y ahora me voy, Mirta
Para vos soy un extraño conocido
Si no estoy llorando, no ves cómo me la aguanto
Debajo de la cama asoman sus zapatos
Mirta gracias por todo
Salgo a la verja, parece que ha llovido
En la estación retumba el «Estrella del Norte»
«Veni a verme cuando salgas» me dijo el Turco
«comes todos los días y no hay problemas de laburo»
Solo algunas noches
Solo algunas noches
Salís a trabajar
Lyrics translation
Back, Mirta.
You know, three years in the shade.
I don't want to know if you were faithful to me.
I know that a brave woman leans equally
For the side of thirst
Serve me something, Mirta
It seems a lie to see you as before
But for the one who comes back from hell
No more fantasies
He just wants a soft time.
But this Mirta you'll never know
You don't have to be happy.
Don't even turn on the light.
I walked in slowly without anyone seeing me.
The night opens like a coat, Mirta
And it's one more Saturday, as the tango says
Mirta, tell me how you're doing.
Pretend I was sailing.
It's almost the same. it just changes the landscape.
Down the sea, which you can see
Up the sky, the flat Sky
And your picture on the wall
Fashion has changed a little, Mirta
There is no longer a long hair
They all look like soldiers
I feel standing in a cemetery
I received the cold and a new government
Mirta, I don't even remember your body.
And now I'm leaving, Mirta
I'm a stranger to you.
If I'm not crying, don't you see how I can handle it
Under the bed peep their shoes
Mirta thanks for everything
I go out to the gate, it looks like it's raining
In the station rumbles the " North Star»
"Come to see me when you leave," the Turk told me.
"you eat every day and there are no labor problems»
Only a few nights
Only a few nights
You go out to work