I left instinct at the altar
But she was from the world
Of his impulsive coldness
Nothing to say, it's already late
It's not worth the time to wallow anymore
Thank you not to name him
Not by far, not by chance
It is already a reality that people
What does not have of God
He is known for what he does
And not because of what I say
This girl belongs to no one, she belongs to the afternoon
He belongs to the world, and I got lost from his world
I have known how to return to whoever was before her
And I have been able to remember what it is to be happy
Ba-dirili-bam, damn, girl
And she was from the world
And well I'm not talking about a place
Or a rather plural question, heh
But she was from the world
And he ended up in the same world
This girl belongs to no one, she belongs to the afternoon
It belongs to the world and I got lost from its world
I have known how to return to whoever was before her
And I have been able to remember what it is to be happy
And I have been able to remember what it is to be happy
And I have been able to remember what it is to be happy
Ba-dirili-bam, damn, girl
Ba-dirili-bam, damn, girl