Ella
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, ella
A ella le gusta soñar despierta
Pasar días 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, ella
Un, deux, trois
Sous la race de l'astuce de la vertue
De l'ame en classe de la du passe
D'ou les passe et less messes que je peux
Que connait que voulait avec le passes
Avec ma paire
Avec m'amour et le tango du gardel
Ella, ella, ella
She
She, she never thinks, always flies
She hasn't lost her innocence
But she has no more stockings
She likes to dress in tuxedos
Jeans, Cherokee sneakers, and spring smiles
And when the world doesn't want to greet her
She'll realize and come back
I'll wait for you sitting on the same couch
As if time became reality
She, she, she, only she, she, she
She likes to daydream
Spend days in the bathtub
And inject life into her veins
She will want to have you back
And with a bit of luck, it will be for a lifetime
And when the world doesn't want to greet her
She'll realize and come back
I'll wait for you sitting on the same couch
As if time became reality
She, she, she, only she, she, she
One, two, three
Under the race of the trick of virtue
Of the soul in the class of the past
From where the past and the masses that I can
That knows what wanted with the past
With my pair
With my love and Gardel's tango
She, she, she