Gente Bonita

This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people

There are undercover cops, Chinese selling roses
No more pirated CDs, now they sell other things
At nightclub doors, there are dangerous looks
One annoying person and two contagious smiles

There's always a poet who ends up speaking in prose
Rumbas in the square, those that are not famous
There are a couple of tough guys looking for trouble
They raffle tickets and I usually have them all

This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people

There are frustrated musicians, out-of-tune strings
Drunk loves that obviously lead nowhere
There are hidden geniuses who don't grant wishes
They say they lost them in some ugly business

There are two pretty faces that want to be like you
They don't have your gaze, much less your attitude
There are so many fools around that sometimes I get heated
But since there's everything here, it passes in a moment

This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people

This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people