Chica de Ayer

Any day you don't know what time it is
to bed beside me without knowing why
the wet streets have seen you grow
and in your heart you are crying again

I look out the window, you're the girl from yesterday
playing with the flowers in my garden
too late to understand
girl, go home, we can't play

The morning light enters the room
golden hair shining like the sun
then at night to Penta to listen
to songs that make me able to love you

I look out the window, you're the girl from yesterday
playing with the flowers in my garden
too late to understand
my head spins chasing you
my head spins chasing you
my head spins chasing you