Marta
Marta viste ojos verdes y un sol marcado en la cabeza.
Con su descapotado blanco recorre la ciudad.
Crecen flores por donde ella pisa, es la reina del local.
Le gustaba volar, le gustaba jugar, desconectarse de tí.
Hace tiempo que voló, sin despedirse de mí.
Pero Marta ya no dice nada, porque no hay nada más que pueda decir.
Se llevó mis pinturas de colores, me dejó plantada en éste mundo raro. (bis)
Marta, por Madrid, un duende con mirada triste;
un espejo para la soledad que siempre va detrás de ella.
Nunca cumplirá los 50 y no quieres descubrir,
que de todas formas, le costaba seguir.
Le gustaba volar, le gustaba jugar
Pero Marta ya no dice nada, porque no hay nada más que pueda decir.
Se llevó mis pinturas de colores, me dejó plantada en éste mundo raro. (bis)
Pero Marta ya no dice nada, porque no hay nada más que pueda decir.
Se llevó mis pinturas de colores, me dejó plantada en éste mundo raro.
Marta o Marta, Martaaa, Martaaa
Marta
Marta saw green eyes and a sun marked on her head.
With her white convertible she drives through the city.
Flowers grow where she steps, she's the queen of the place.
She liked to fly, she liked to play, disconnect from you.
Long ago she flew, without saying goodbye to me.
But Marta doesn't say anything anymore, because there's nothing more she can say.
She took my colorful paintings, left me stranded in this strange world. (repeat)
Marta, through Madrid, a goblin with a sad look;
a mirror for the loneliness that always follows her.
She will never reach 50 and you don't want to find out,
that anyway, it was hard for her to go on.
She liked to fly, she liked to play
But Marta doesn't say anything anymore, because there's nothing more she can say.
She took my colorful paintings, left me stranded in this strange world. (repeat)
But Marta doesn't say anything anymore, because there's nothing more she can say.
She took my colorful paintings, left me stranded in this strange world.
Marta or Marta, Marta, Marta
Escrita por: Kim Fanlo / Mai Meneses