Marta [English translation]

Marta 'wears' green eyes

and a sun set in her head.

With her uncovered white convertible

she goes about the town.

Wherever she set foot, flowers sprout up,

she is the queen of the place.

She liked to fly, she liked to play,

to disconnect from you.

She flew away some time ago

without saying goodbye to me.

But Marta doesn't say anything anymore,

because there's nothing else she could say.

She took my color paints;

she left me alone in this strange world.

But Marta doesn't say anything anymore,

because there's nothing else she could say.

She took my color paints;

she left me alone in this strange world.

Marta, in Madrid,

a goblin with a sad look,

a mirror for the loneliness

that always follows her.

She will never get to 50 years old

and you don't want to realize

that nevertheless she found it hard to go on.

And she liked to fly, she liked to play.

But Marta doesn't say anything anymore,

because there's nothing else she could say.

She took my color paints;

she left me alone in this strange world.

But Marta doesn't say anything anymore,

because there's nothing else she could say.

She took my color paints;

she left me alone in this strange world.

But Marta doesn't say anything anymore,

because there's nothing else she could say.

She took my color paints;

she left me alone in this strange world.