Bonito, Jarabe de Palo

Bonito, todo me parece bonito  Bonita mañana, bonito lugar  Bonita la cama, qué bien se ve el mar  Bonito es el día y acaba de empezar, Bonita la vida respira, respira, respira  El teléfono suena, mi pana se queja , la cosa va mal, la vida le pesa, que vivir así ya no le interesa,  que seguir así no vale la pena  se perdió el amor, se acabó la fiesta  ya no anda el motor que empuja la tierra  la vida es un chiste con triste final  el futuro no existe pero yo le digo...  Bonito todo me parece bonito  Bonita la paz, bonita la vida  Bonito volver a nacer cada día  Bonita la verdad cuando no suena a mentira  Bonita la amistad, bonita la risa  Bonita la gente cuando hay calidad  Bonita la gente que no se arrepiente  que gana y que pierde, que habla y no miente,  Bonita la gente por eso yo digo...  Bonito, todo me parece bonito  Qué bonito que te va cuando te va bonito,  qué bonito que te va  Bonito, todo me parece bonito  La mar, la mañana, la casa, la sombra,  la tierra, la paz y la vida que pasa.  Bonito, todo me parece bonito.  Tu calma, tu salsa, la mancha en la  espalda, tu cara, tus ganas, el fin de semana  Bonita la gente que viene y que va  bonita la gente que no se detiene  bonita la gente que no tiene edad  que escucha, que entiende, que tiene y que da  Bonito Portet, bonito Peret  bonita la rumba, bonito José  bonita la brisa que no tiene prisa  bonito este día, respira, respira  Bonita la gente cuando es de verdad  Bonita la gente que es diferente  Que tiembla, que siente, que vive el presente  bonita la gente que estuvo y no está.  Bonito, todo me parece bonito.  Qué bonito que te va cuando te va bonito,  qué bonito que te va.  Qué bonito que se está cuando se está  bonito qué bonito que se está.  Bonito, todo me parece bonito

Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me. Beautiful morning, Beatiful place, Beatiful bed, How the sea looks so good, Beautiful is the day And the beautiful life is just starting. Breath, breath, breath. The phone rings, my buddy complains, Things go bad, life is weighing him down, To live like this doesn't interest him anymore, To live like this this isn't worth the pain. Love was lost, the party was over, And the earth's engine stopped. Life is a joke with a sad ending, The future doesn't exist, but I say to him Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me. Beautiful peace, beautiful life, Beautiful to be reborn each day, Beautiful is truth, when it doesn't sound like a lie, Beautiful friendship, beautiful laugh, Beautiful are quality people, Beautiful are people when they don't regret, Who win, that lose, that speak and don't lie, Beautiful are people, and because of that I say, Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me. How beautiful things can be, when you let them be beautiful. How beautiful things are for you. Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me. La sea, the morning, the house, the samba, The earth, the peace, and the life that's happening, Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me. Your bed, your salsa, the spot on your back, Your face, your desires, the weekend. Beautiful are people who come and go, Beautiful are people who let themselves go, Beautiful are people who have no age, Who listen, who understand, who have and who give. Beautiful Portel, beautiful Peret, Beautiful rumba, beautiful José, Beautiful breeze that's in no hurry, Beautiful this day, breath, breath Beautiful are people when they are truthful, Beautiful are people who are different, Who shake, who feel, Who live in the present Beautiful are people that once were and now aren't, Beautiful, everything seems beautiful to me. How beautiful things are for you.

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