Lyrics of Días grandes de Teresa - CHRISTINA Y LOS SUBTERRANEOS

Días grandes de Teresa (original)

Teresa con el pelo liso
En el año 73
Incendiando el paraíso
Con la huella azul de sus pies
Tan bonita y frágil
Bailando con extraños
Es difícil que no se haga daño
Es un pastel de cumpleaños
Invitado a un huracán
(Estribillo)
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Teresa y sus poemas rotos
De heridas y oscuridad
Ha esperado tanto el desfile
Que empieza a desfilar
A los veintiún años
Con su vestido blanco
Hay un coche para cada chica guapa
Y un anillo de hojalata
Y una soga por collar
(Estribillo)
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Teresa haciendo chocolate
En el año 92
Para su pequeño niño apache
Que está tocando el tambor
Y ahora lo sabes Teresa
Como tú siempre dices
Lo que quema deja cicatrices
Y ahora sentada en la ventana
Leyendo cartas de tu hermana
Puedes esperar sin prisa
Que deje de llover
(Estribillo)
Eran días grandes de teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Eran días grandes de teresa
Disparando contra el cielo de Madrid
Eran días grandes de Teresa
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí
Yo estaba cerca y la seguí

(translation)

Teresa with straight hair
in the year 73
setting fire to paradise
With the blue footprint of his feet
so pretty and fragile
dancing with strangers
It's hard not to get hurt
It's a birthday cake
invited to a hurricane
(Chorus)
Those were great days for Teresa
Shooting against the sky of Madrid
Those were great days for Teresa
I was close to her and I followed her
Teresa and her broken poems of hers
Of wounds and darkness
She has waited so long for the parade
that begins to parade
at twenty-one years old
with her white dress
There's a car for every pretty girl
And a tin ring
And a rope for a necklace
(Chorus)
Those were great days for Teresa
Shooting against the sky of Madrid
Those were great days for Teresa
I was close and I followed her
Teresa making chocolate
in the year 92
For her little boy of hers apache
That she's playing the drum
And now you know Teresa
like you always say
What burns leaves scars
And now sitting at the window
reading letters from your sister
You can wait without hurry
stop raining
(Chorus)
They were great days for Teresa
Shooting against the sky of Madrid
Those were great days for Teresa
I was close to her and I followed her
They were great days for Teresa
Shooting against the sky of Madrid
Those were great days for Teresa
I was close and I followed her
I was close and I followed her