Marta

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

With luggage a backpack
A guitar and some verses by Borges
It was that moonlit night
When a lady in blue asked me for a Silvio song

I pleased her with 'Rabo de nube'
She responded by putting in the hat
A tip in australs
With the same money I would later invite her for coffee

How could I forget about Marta
That girl from Recoleta

If she left a couple of marks
On my neck and in my life

How could I forget about Marta

I left with flattery
She fumigated me with her gaze and said
Kid, you'll have to take care of yourself
I said: Of what
She said: Of me

A taxi was waiting for her on the corner
Without asking, it took us to a strip club
I asked, Are you sure?
She said: Idiot, this is where I work

I've been to Istanbul and Cairo
To the Tepui, Paris, and Malaysia
All beauty was not enough
After seeing Martha on the stage without clothes

How could I forget about Marta
That stripper from Recoleta

If she left a couple of marks
On my neck and in my life

How could I forget about Marta

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

One day we arrived in Mexico
I sang in a bar in the Zona Rosa
She continued with her dream
To become a great model

I lost track of her in Las Vegas
Uncle Sam changed her character
And added some quirks
Ranging from powder to pills

How could I forget about Marta
That stripper from Recoleta

If she left a couple of marks
On my neck and in my life

How could I forget about Marta

The last time I saw her
She was in a damn coma
I sang 'Rabo de nube' to her
She reacted for a moment and said: What are you doing

How could I forget about Marta
That stripper from Recoleta

If besides being my lover
She was also my best friend

How could I forget about Marta