Bonita [English translation]

Pretty

like those toys

that I had in my childhood

days of yesterday

Pretty....

like the stolen kiss

like the weep cried

for a deep pleasure

CHORUS

The sincerity of your cruel mirror

put vanity in you....

you know my anxiety and you enjoy

the grief that your pride forges in me

Pretty....

break your mirror in pieces

to see if I stop

to suffer your haughtiness....

• Artist:Alejandro Fernández