Pretty like springtime
in the sun of May.
Pretty even when sleeping
on evenings in July.
Pretty, oh so pretty,
in the heavens of my heart.
Pretty, yes it's pretty—
my happiness is you.
Pretty by day, by night,
hiding from me her joys.
United in the face of life
all through the months.
Pretty, always pretty,
without saying anything.
Pretty, yes it's pretty—
it's all our love.
Pretty like a Jesus
descended from heaven.
Pretty, you received
the beauty of the gods.
Pretty, yes so pretty,
close to your mom—
pretty, oh it's pretty—
you are my child—
you are my child.