Natacha
Desojada florecita
Tu inocencia es blanca nube
Lalalala, que al cielo irá
La enramada de la vida
Puso espinas al camino
Más pasará
Quien te juzga
No ha vivido
Lo que tu viviste para ser al fin una mujer
Oh, Natacha; oh, Natacha
Pasarán los magros días
Para dar paso a los nuevos
Y sonreirán
Quien te juzga
No ha vivido
Lo que tu viviste para ser al fin una mujer
Oh, Natacha; oh, Natacha
Lalalala, Natacha
Natacha
Little flower without petals
Your innocence is a white cloud
Lalalala, that will go to the sky
The arbor of life
Put thorns on the path
But it will pass
Who judges you
Has not lived
What you lived to finally become a woman
Oh, Natacha; oh, Natacha
The lean days will pass
To make way for the new ones
And they will smile
Who judges you
Has not lived
What you lived to finally become a woman
Oh, Natacha; oh, Natacha
Lalalala, Natacha
Escrita por: Raul Vasquez