Axeitame a Polainiña

Take me to the little girl
Take me to the little girl
Take me to this side
Because the other side is already yours

The tiny stars
Are what make up the time
Tell me, tell me, little guy
Where's your mind at?

I started counting stars
And tossed them in a hat
I couldn't keep track of them
Until the morning light came

We gotta get out of here, it's time
We gotta get out of here, it's time
The star cart is leaving
And I don't wanna sleep outside.