Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Breathe, breathe, breathe
The phone rings, my buddy complains
Things are going bad, life weighs on him
That living like this no longer interests him
That going on like this isn't worth it
Love got lost, the party ended
The engine that pushes the earth doesn't run anymore
Life is a joke with a sad ending
The future doesn't exist but I tell him
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty peace, pretty life
Pretty to be born again every day
Pretty truth when it doesn't sound like a lie
Pretty friendship, pretty laughter
Pretty people when there's quality
Pretty people who don't regret it
Pretty people, that's why I say
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
How pretty it goes for you when it goes pretty
How pretty it goes for you
How pretty it goes for you when it goes pretty
How pretty it goes for you
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
The sea, the morning, the house, the shade
The earth, the peace and the life that passes
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
Your calm, your sauce, the spot on your back
Your face, your desire, the weekend
Pretty people who come and who go
Pretty people who don't stop
Pretty people who have no age
Who listen, who understand, who have and who give
Pretty Portet, pretty Peret
Pretty rumba, pretty José
Pretty breeze that isn't in a hurry
Pretty this day, breathe, breathe
Pretty people when they're real
Pretty people who are different
Pretty people who were and aren't
Pretty, everything seems pretty to me
How pretty it goes for you when it goes pretty
How pretty it goes for you
How pretty it is to be when it is pretty
How pretty it goes for you when it goes pretty
How pretty it goes for you
How pretty it is to be when it is pretty