Bonita

Beautiful like those toys
That I had in the days
Of childhood yesterday

Beautiful like the stolen kiss
Like the tears shed
For a deep pleasure

The sincerity of your faithful mirror
Made vanity in you, you know my anxiety
And you make a pleasure
Out of the sorrows that your pride forges for me

Beautiful, shatter your mirror
To see if that way I stop suffering your haughtiness

The sincerity of your faithful mirror
Made vanity in you, you know my anxiety
And you make a pleasure
Out of the sorrows that your pride forges for me

Beautiful, shatter your mirror
To see if that way I stop suffering your haughtiness