Pedro Guerra — Greta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Greta" by Pedro Guerra.
Lyrics
Se llamaba greta
Como la famosa actriz
Ni tan rubia
Ni tan suelta
Ni tan frgil
Ni tan falta de complejos
Ni tan gil de rflejos
Ni tan llena de carmin
Se llamaba Greta
Y era joven y feliz
Esperando la llegada
De algn tren en la parada
Confundida sin saber
Que las heridas
Son el precio de vivir
Y llegaste t Con tu bicilcleta
Y tu estrecha camiseta
A volarle el corazn
Y llegaste t Pura dinamita
Con disfraz de agua bendita
A volvarle el corazn
Se llamaba Greta
Y aprendi como la actriz
A llorar por las esquinas
Y despus como si nada
A decir: agua pasada
Estoy curada
La estrategia de mentir
Se march el ladrn
Con su biciclieta
Y sin flores para Greta
Que esperaba en el balcn
Pero ya no hay ms Ya no siente nada
Ya olvid aquella jugada
Ya pas lo que pas
Se llamaba Greta
Y era joven y aprendiz
Le quedaron citrices
De los dias infelices
Engredo, mal nacido, consentido
Ya no piensa ms en t Ahora espera el tren
O quiz la bicicledta
O los ojos de otro atleta
Como no se encuentran dos
Y vendr tal vez
Y ser un especialista
Y sabr como un artista
Consolarle el corazn
Lyrics translation
Her name was greta.
As the famous actress
Not so blonde
Not so loose
Not so frgil
Nor so lack of complexes
Nor so gil of rflejos
Not so full of Carmine
Her name was Greta.
And I was young and happy
Waiting for arrival
From some train at the stop
Confused without knowing
That the wounds
They are the price of living
And you came t with your bike
And your tight T-shirt
To blow his heart
And you got T pure dynamite
With holy water costume
To turn his heart
Her name was Greta.
And I learned as an actress
To cry in the corners
And then as if nothing
To say: past water
I'm cured.
The strategy of lying
He march the thief
With your bike
And no flowers for Greta
I was waiting in the balcn
But there is no more ms no longer feel anything
I forgot that move.
Not what not
Her name was Greta.
And I was young and an apprentice
He had citrus left.
Of the unhappy days
Conceited, ill-born, spoiled
Don't think more about t now wait for the train
A bike quiz
Or the eyes of another athlete
As two are not found
And come maybe
And be a specialist
And sabr as an artist
Comfort your heart