Two thousand seventeen, seventh of august
A beautiful morning, I'm walking, my dog is so
Happy and yappy - hiding its bone it's
Peeing on trees and barking at stones
I'm walking and gawking at children and puddle
They make of themselves a beautiful muddle
A beautiful model's composing her book
She's looking for a better and happier look
How beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
A sweeper is cleaning the streets of the vestige
Of sadness and boredom - long winter's heritage
Tipsy teenagers are looking for trouble
A passing police car makes trouble double
A slovenly waiter can't wait till it's over
A day full of clients and a dreadful hangover
A beautiful lady's upset with her hose
A bum got a bottle and scratches his nose
Beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
My dog's at a loss - cannot find it's bone
It's learned that our world is not pleasure alone
The lady has glued her stocking with varnish
This tiny misfortune will not ever tarnish
This beautiful day - the seventh of August
The bone is forgotten forever, my dog is so
Happy and yappy in search of new bones
It's peeing on trees and barking at stones
Beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful