Talk:Marcia Baila/@comment-26875152-20160802200846

Here's the best translation I made:

Marcia, she dances

On satin

(Made) Of rayon

(Made) Of polyfoam

At her feet

Oh, Marcia dances

With legs

Pointed like

Cleavers

Two arrows that give

Ideas

(That give) Sensations

Marcia, she is skinny

Beautiful at the scene

Beautiful like at the city

To see her dance

Excites me

Moretto

How your mouth

Is big

When you smile

And when you laugh

I laugh as well

You really love life

Then, what is this cold

That we sense in you?

But it's death that has

Assasinated you, Marcia

It's death that has

Consumed you, Marcia

It's cancer

That you have taken under your arm

Now, you are in

Cinders, cinders

Death, it's like

An impossible thing

And same to you

Who is strong like

A rocket

And same to you

Who is the life same Marcia

It's death

That has taken you

Marcia, dance

A little Chinese

The heat in your

Shoulder movements

Flat

Like an Incan hieroglyph

Of opera

With her head

She also dances very good

And her face dances

With all the rest

She has searched

For a new way

And invented it

She is the grasshopper

The mermaid with a heartache

The dancer in the flannel

Or the box

Oh oh oh

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh

Oh oh oh

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh

Yeah

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh

Ah ah

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh

Ooh-wa ooh-wa ooh