Juventude Transviada

Washing clothes every day, what a drag
In the neighborhood of the threshold, where it rained
Even dreaming in the wee hours, a flawless girl
A woman should not falter

I understand the rebellious youth
And the luxurious aid of a tambourine
Even dreaming in the wee hours, a flawless girl
A woman should not falter

Each guy represents a lie
Birth, life, and death, who would say
Even dreaming in the wee hours, a flawless girl
A woman should not falter

Today can change, and what would the youth say
One day you will cry, I see the fantasies clear