Chica de Ayer

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
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,
your golden hair looks 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,
girl, go home, we can't play.
Any given day you don't know what time it is,
you lie down by my side without knowing why.
I look out the window, you're the girl from yesterday,
too late to understand.
My head spins chasing you
My head spins chasing you
My head spins chasing you