Natacha

Little flower without petals
Your innocence is a white cloud
Lalalala, that will go to the sky

The arbor of life
Put thorns on the path
But it will pass

Who judges you
Has not lived
What you lived to finally become a woman

Oh, Natacha; oh, Natacha

The lean days will pass
To make way for the new ones
And they will smile

Who judges you
Has not lived
What you lived to finally become a woman

Oh, Natacha; oh, Natacha

Lalalala, Natacha