More songs by Girl Ultra
Description
Composer: Pablo Cobo
Composer: Girl Ultra
Lyrics and translation
Original
La facha adolescente, la luna está creciente.
Oh, my gosh, lo rico que se siente.
Jerséis y minifaldas, escotes en la espalda. Oh, my gosh, la moda es la playa.
La gente está bailando, andando en un estado. Oh, my gosh, el sueño mexicano.
La noche es la noche, el ritmo sí que pega. Oh, my gosh, volvieron los noventa.
El beat sonando grave, que ríe y nos separe. Oh, my gosh, qué rico, qué suave.
La gente quiere bombo, más harto y tomo el corto. Oh, my God, que no te deje sordo.
Las vitaminas todas, los chicos se lo toman.
Oh, my gosh, la gente está muy loca.
Las chicas de la zona somos muy vacilonas. Ten cuidado con seguir las modas.
English translation
The adolescent appearance, the moon is waxing.
Oh, my gosh, how delicious it feels.
Sweaters and miniskirts, back necklines. Oh, my gosh, fashion is the beach.
People are dancing, walking in a state. Oh, my gosh, the Mexican dream.
The night is the night, the rhythm really hits. Oh my gosh, the nineties are back.
The beat sounding serious, that laughs and separates us. Oh, my gosh, how delicious, how soft.
People want hype, more fed up and I take the short. Oh, my God, may it not leave you deaf.
All the vitamins, the boys take them.
Oh my gosh, people are so crazy.
We girls in the area are very hesitant. Be careful about following trends.