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.