Catalina

Today you'll be with me in the paradise
Catalina where are you going without permission?
The time is slipping through your hands
They made me call your brother
Where are you going, my little girl?
Where are you going, little Catalina?
Where are you going, my little girl?

You are fine wood skin
With or without your shores
They made you call
Don't tell me any more lies

Today the function is decided
You are traveling to the beat of my life
Little flower of the day
You are the fire that melts in my mind
Let me be in your skin, present
Let me see you every day, Catalina
You are fine wood skin

Catalina
Catalina
They called you
Catalina
They made you call