Nacha Pop

La chica de ayer (en ingl�s)

Any day, you don�t know what time it is

You sleep by my side without knowing why

The wet streets have seen you grow up

With your heart, you are crying again.



I look out of the window, you�re yesterday�s girl

Playing with the flowers in my garden

It�s too late to understand

Girl, go home, we can�t play.



The morning light enters my room

Your golden hair looks like the sun

Then, at night, I listen to the Penta

To songs that make me love you.



I look out of the window, you�re yesterday�s girl

It�s too late to understand

My head spins round, chasing you

My head spins round, chasing you

My head spins round, chasing you

My head spins round, chasing you.