Текст и перевод песни Jarabedepalo - Bonito (Versión 50 Palos)

Bonito (Versión 50 Palos)

Bonito, todo me parece bonito
Bonito, todo me parece bonito
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 por eso yo digo
Bonito, todo me parece bonito
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
Bonito, todo me parece bonito
Qué bonito que te va cuando te va bonito
Qué bonito que te va
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 samba
La tierra, la paz y la vida que pasa
Bonito, todo me parece bonito
Tu cama, 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
Todo me parece bonito
Qué bonito que te va cuando te va bonito
Qué bonito que te va
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
Qué bonito que se está cuando se está bonito
Qué bonito que se está

Bonito (Versión 50 Palos)

Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
The phone rings, my friend complains
Things are bad, life weighs him down
That living like this no longer interests him
That continuing like this is not worth it
Love is lost, the party is over
The motor that drives the earth is no longer running
Life is a joke with a sad ending
The future does not exist, that's why I say
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty is peace, pretty is life
Pretty to be reborn every day
Pretty is the truth when it doesn't sound like a lie
Pretty is friendship, pretty is laughter
Pretty are people when there is quality
Pretty are people who don't regret it
Who win and who lose, who speak and don't lie
Pretty are people, that's why I say
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
How pretty things go for you when they go well for you
How pretty things go for you
How pretty things go for you when they go well for you
How pretty things go for you
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
The sea, the morning, the house, the samba
The earth, the peace and the life that passes
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Your bed, your sauce, the stain on your back
Your face, your desire, the weekend
Pretty are the people who come and go
Pretty are the people who never stop
Pretty are the people who have no age
Who listen, who understand, who have and who give
Pretty Portet, pretty Peret
Pretty is the rumba, pretty is José
Pretty is the breeze that takes its time
Pretty is this day, breathe, breathe
Pretty are people when they are real
Pretty are people who are different
Who tremble, who feel
Who live in the present
Pretty are the people who were here and are not
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Everything seems pretty to me
How pretty things go for you when they go well for you
How pretty things go for you
How pretty things go for you when they go well for you
How pretty things go for you
How pretty it is when things are pretty
How pretty it is
How pretty it is when things are pretty
How pretty it is