Bonita (Ingles)

Bonita (Ingles)
I no longer wanted anything
My soul was wounded
It no longer felt anything
That it was not pain
I left to look for problems
Because he/she didn't believe he/she didn't believe in anything
not even in the love

Until you appeared
With your fantasy
And you asked me him to sing that
Song that so much you wise
And I told you
It spends the night with me
Beautiful I will Make you songs
A thousand verses of loves
And they were not doubts neither pains
In our hearts
It spends the night
and stay tomorrow the whole DAY
I didn't stay anything
More than a wounded wave
That it didn't heal and he/she smoked
My reason
But listen the sound
Of the sky that opened up
and your you appeared
And my life change
Until you appeared
With your fantasy
And you asked me him to sing that
Song that so much you wise
And I told you
It spends the night with me
Beautiful I will Make you songs
A thousand verses of loves
It spends the night with me
Beautiful or move it fences and this way
You visit me
And they were not doubts
Neither pains in our hearts
It spends the night
And stay tomorrow the whole DAY

From that night you are mine my love
You will always be my beautiful one my love
For anybody it is a secret
It spends the night with me beautiful
It spends the night with me beautiful
It spends the night with me beautiful
It spends the night with me beautiful