This is a history in which
Swelling in memory already time
Stories of the grandmother if takings the soup…
What it queria was to be
Its sweet princess and to believe
That raptaba and towards its queen…. (Its queen…)
On a great white horse or in a convertible
With a branch of roses and brilliant crowns
She dances dances princesita, those of the barefoot feet
She already messes up hair your soul that takes sucked
She dances dances princesita in your enchanted forest
And beyond the dream of the love, the dreamed love.