Greta

She was named Greta like the famous actress
Not so blonde, not so loose, not so fragile
Not so lacking in complexes
Not so full of lipstick

She was named Greta and she was young and happy
Waiting for a train at the station
Confused
Not knowing that wounds
Are the price of living

And then you arrived with your bicycle
And your tight t-shirt
To blow up her heart
And then you arrived, pure dynamite
Disguised as holy water
To blow up her heart

She was named Greta and she learned like the actress
To cry in the corners and then as if nothing
To say water under the bridge
I'm healed
The strategy of lying

The thief left with his bicycle
And no flowers for Greta
Who was waiting on the balcony
But there's nothing left, she feels nothing
She forgot that move
What happened, happened

She was named Greta and she was young and an apprentice
She was left with scars from unhappy days
Conceited bastard
Spoiled
She doesn't think about you anymore

Now she waits for the train or maybe the bicycle
Or the eyes of another athlete
As two like you are not found
And maybe he will come and he will be a specialist
And he will know how like an artist
To console her heart