(Q. Portet)
 
Look, you're wonderful and I'll write a song that proclaims it.
I don't sing well but maybe I will do if you want.
Everyone's looking at the sky and you're looking at the hot earth
they're saying that a comet is passing and you're taking it as a joke.
 
If you hace a dream I'll keep it,
mixed with mine it will make other new ones,
and we'll dance in the middle of the street
taking advantage of the fact that it's late and everyone is sleeping.
We're nice and we'll go to heaven
but before that there is a job that has to be done:
let's flatten everything so nothing is left,
only your love that is a sweet as hone.
 
Like athletes we jump over the obstacles that we keep finding.
The telephone is ringing, and what!... if I'm also ringing.
All the country is in flames ant there is shouting in the city hall
and a whale is drowing at the entrance to the quay.
 
Let me look with your blue eyes,
I promise I'll never let you down.
Let me get lost in your world
like an astronaut in space.
 
You're laughing and you're wonderful...
 
Look, you're wonderful and I'll write a song that proclaims it.
We come from dust and apparently we'll be turned into dust,
every week that goes by it's nearer
and I'm pulverising myself with grief and you're laughing.