La Chica de Ayer

On any given day - you don't know what time it is;
you lie down by my side, without knowing why.
The wet streets have seen you grow up,
in your heart, you're crying again.

Ref:
I peek 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 my room;
your golden hair looks like the sun.
Later at night, I go out to listen;
songs that make me able to love you.

Fer:
I peek out the window, you're the girl from yesterday;
(the girl from yesterday)
playing with the flowers in my garden.
Too late to understand,
girl, go home - we can't play.

I peek out the window, you're the girl from yesterday;
playing with the flowers in my garden....

Chca.... chasing you...

I peek out the window, you're the girl from yesterday.