Eres La Chica De Ayer

One 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
and with 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 my room,
your golden hair looks like the sun.
then at night to the penta to listen,
songs that make me able to love you.
One day you don't know what time it is,
and you lie down by my side without knowing why.
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.
girl, go home we can't play.
My head is spinning chasing after you