Ana

She's too young for me
But she wants to be happy
In her gaze is reflected
As if it were
That of a girl
Ana, our love can't
Ana, you have to understand
Ana, that this love can't be
Ana, oh don't look at me
Ana, I prefer it
Ana, you're too young
Ana, I'm honest with you
The same story of yesterday
Is repeated once again
These are the things of love
You can, but I can't