Marta

Singing on Florida Street
A stranger in Buenos Aires
I discovered that life
It's a game of chance, where the winner loses

One backpack per baggage
A guitar and some verses by Borges
It was that moonlit night
That a lady in blue asked me for one of Silvio's

I pleased her with Cloud Tail
He responded by putting in the hat
A tip in Australs
With the same one that after a while I would invite her a coffee

How to forget about Martha
That girl from Recoleta

If he left me a couple of footprints
In the neck and in life

How to forget about Martha

I went crazy with flattery
He fumigated me with his eyes and told me
Kid you will have to take care of yourself
I told him: About what?
She told me: From me

A taxi was waiting for her on the corner
Without asking he took us to a stripper place
I asked her: are you sure?
She told me: Stupid, this is where I work

I was in Istanbul and Cairo
In the Tepui, in Paris and in Malaysia
All beauty was little
After seeing Martha without clothes on the dance floor

How can I forget about Martha?
That stripper from Recoleta

If I left a couple of footprints
In the neck and in life

How can I forget about Martha?

I followed her to Rio
We work in the same bar
She sold her silhouette
I played guitar in a blues band

We arrived one day to Mexico
I sang in a bar in the pink zone
And she continued with her desire
And it was to become a great model

I lost track of him in Las Vegas
Uncle Sam even changed his character
And I add some quirks
Which ranged from powder to pills

How can I forget about Martha?
That stripper from Recoleta

If I left a couple of footprints
In the neck and in life

How can I forget about Martha?

The last time I saw her
It was in a fucking coma
I sang Cloud Tail
He reacted for a moment and said to me: What are you doing?

How can I forget about Martha?
That stripper from Recoleta

Yes besides my lover
She was also my best friend

How can I forget about Martha?