Catalina

Today you will be with me in paradise
Catalina goes where she goes without permission
Time flies through your hands
They sent me to call your brother
Where are you going, my little girl?
Where is little Catalina going?
Where are you going, my little girl?

You are fine wood skin
With or without your shores
They sent for you
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 sent for you
Catalina
They sent for you