Cosa Linda

Men have good things
And sometimes don't know how to enjoy them
And get bitter because of the voices
That tell them they can't progress
And feel hurt
For how little others care about them
And feel disappointed
If they have no one to judge
Beautiful thing life brought me
That I don't need anything else
It doesn't matter if I have money or not
And it never stops singing
Wants to be by the window
And tells whoever let me dance
To lend it the guitar
And doesn't know the joy it brings me