Meet Marta: a green-eyed whirlwind cruising Madrid in her white convertible, leaving imaginary flowers blooming on the asphalt wherever she goes. Nena Daconte introduces her as the queen of every hang-out, a playful soul who loves to "fly" and disconnect from everyday worries. With vivid brushes of poetry, the song paints Marta as pure, unstoppable sparkle.
But the chorus quickly turns bittersweet. "Marta ya no dice nada" — she no longer speaks because she is simply gone. Whether she drove off for good, slipped into another life, or passed away, the narrator is left in a colorless world, her "paints" stolen by Marta’s disappearance. The melody dances, yet the lyrics ache with the shock of losing a friend who seemed eternal. This contrast makes the song both a celebration of Marta’s irrepressible spirit and a tender elegy to the holes that vibrant people leave behind.