Bonita

The flowers, by their size, are divided into big and small
By their color, into white and other colors
By their scent, into perfumed and stinky
And now, focusing on the petals, which is what matters
The flowers are divided into expensive and cheap
The cheap ones are no longer found, not even in the little markets (hey, with how expensive things are, right?)
And the expensive ones are divided into sad and cheerful, kind and deceitful
Ugly and beautiful, dark, light, blond, brunette, and albino, but listen, I'm not done yet...
Beautiful,
Like those toys I had in the childish days of yesterday.
Beautiful,
Like the stolen kiss
Like the tears shed
for a deep pleasure
The honesty of your faithful mirror made you vain
You know my anxiety and turn it into a pleasure
From the sorrows that your pride create for me
Beautiful,
Breaking your mirror to see if that way I stop
Suffering... Suffering...
The honesty of your faithful mirror made you vain
You know my anxiety and turn it into a pleasure
From the sorrows that your pride create for me
Beautiful
Breaking your mirror to see if that way I stop
Suffering from your haughtiness
Beautiful,
Breaking your mirror to see if that way I stop
Suffering from your haughtiness
Your haughtiness... beautiful... beautiful... beautiful...