No Salgas Niña a La Calle
No salgas niña a la calle
Porque el viento, te he mentido
Jugando con tu vestido
Puede dibujar tu talle
No hay quien de amor no desmaye
Al ver que tus formas bellas
Se manifiesta la huella del pudor ocultar debe
Y sólo el viento se atreve a entretenerse con ellas
Don't Go Out, Girl, to the Street
Don't go out, girl, to the street
Because the wind, I lied to you
Playing with your dress
It can outline your figure
There's no one who doesn't faint from love
Seeing your beautiful shapes
The mark of modesty must be hidden
And only the wind dares to entertain itself with them
Escrita por: Hermanos Martinez Gil