No Salgas Niña a La Calle
Oscar Chavez
Don't Go Out, Girl, to the Street
Don't go out, girl, to the street
Because the wind, I lied to you
Playing with your dress
It can outline your figure
There's no one who doesn't faint from love
Seeing your beautiful shapes
The mark of modesty must be hidden
And only the wind dares to entertain itself with them
