Quinceañera

Today the fairy tale fell
and you let your hair fly,
painted your lips red
for the first time,
another Sun lit up the garden
and the flowers sprouted to see
your figure, your divine image
from girl to woman.
The day of your awakening arrived,
where you can break the glass,
sweet fifteen you are not a girl
you are a jewel that I can admire,
the doves take flight,
the waves of the sea break strong.
Sweet fifteen the forbidden fruit,
the innocence and the desire to love.
Sweet fifteen,
sweet fifteen,
in your heart lives
a soap opera story;
sweet fifteen,
sweet fifteen
a girl is left behind
and today you are a flower in spring.
Love is your concern,
always by the phone you are,
waiting for him
to call and ask you out,
in your eyes shines the illusion,
the joy and curiosity;
you look at yourself in the mirror, you comb your hair,
you already want to fly.
The day of your awakening arrived,
where you can break the glass,
sweet fifteen you are not a girl
you are a jewel that I can admire,
the doves take flight,
the waves of the sea break strong.
Sweet fifteen the forbidden fruit,
the innocence and the desire to love.
Sweet fifteen,
sweet fifteen,
in your heart lives
a soap opera story;
sweet fifteen,
sweet fifteen
a girl is left behind
and today you are a flower in spring.