Translation of the song lyrics Greta - Pedro Guerra

Greta (original)

Se llamaba Greta como la famosa actriz
Ni tan rubia ni tan suelta ni tan frágil
Ni tan falta de complejos ni tan llena de carmín
Se llamaba Greta y era joven y feliz
Esperando la llegada de algún tren en la parada
Confundida, sin saber que las heridas son el precio de vivir
Y llegaste tú con tu bicicleta
Y tu estrecha camiseta a volarle el corazón
Y llegaste tú pura dinamita
Con disfraz de agua bendita
A volarle el corazón
Se llamaba Greta y aprendió como la actriz
A llorar por las esquinas y después como si nada
A decir agua pasada estoy curada la estrategia de mentir
Se marchó el ladrón con su bicicleta
Y sin flores para Greta que esperaba en el balcón
Pero ya no hay más ya no siente nada
Ya olvidó aquella jugada ya pasó lo que pasó
Se llamaba Greta y era joven y aprendiz
Le quedaron cicatrices de los días infelices
Engreído malnacido consentido
Ya no piensa más en tí
Ahora espera el tren o quizá la bicicleta
O los ojos de otro atleta
Como no se encuentran dos
Y vendrá tal vez y será un especialista
Y sabrá como un artista consolarle el corazón

(translation)

Her name was Greta after the famous actress
Neither so blonde nor so loose nor so fragile
Neither so lacking in complexes nor so full of carmine
She was called Greta and she was young and happy
Waiting for the arrival of a train at the stop
Confused, not knowing that wounds are the price of living
And you arrived with your bicycle
And your tight shirt to blow his heart
And you arrived, pure dynamite
With holy water disguise
to blow his heart
She was called Greta and she learned as the actress
To cry in the corners and then as if nothing
To say old water I am cured the strategy of lying
The thief left with his bicycle
And no flowers for Greta who was waiting on the balcony
But there is no more, he no longer feels anything
She already forgot that play, what happened already happened
She was called Greta and she was young and apprentice
He was left with scars from the unhappy days
cocky bastard spoiled
I don't think about you anymore
Now wait for the train or maybe the bike
Or the eyes of another athlete
As no two meet
And he will come maybe and he will be a specialist
And she will know like an artist to console her heart