Nacha Pop

Any day, you don’t know what time it is
You sleep by my side without knowing why
The wet streets have seen you grow up
With your heart, you are crying again.

I look out of the window, you’re yesterday’s girl
Playing with the flowers in my garden
It’s too late to understand
Girl, go home, we can’t play.

The morning light enters my room
Your golden hair looks like the sun
Then, at night, I listen to the Penta
To songs that make me love you.

I look out of the window, you’re yesterday’s girl
It’s too late to understand
My head spins round, chasing you
My head spins round, chasing you
My head spins round, chasing you
My head spins round, chasing you.