Uh bela dor que vem ao entardecerUh bela flor despetalar, morrerBeleza está nos olhos de quem vê
Serena lágrima do por, do amorSaudade fábula tão furta-cor1Beleza cabe onde algo for
Carência é o caos do estar, de ser a doisCovarde, o ser que nunca ou nada foiBeleza o raro, o ontem e o depois
What a nice pain that aches when the night fallsWhat a beautiful thing is a rose blooming and dieingThe beauty is before each one of us
A serene teardrop of the love we're givingThis longing becomes a fable, it's so chatoyant1The beautiful things fit wherever they are
To need someone is the chaos of being in twoThe one who's never been anyone or anything is a cowardThe rare things, yesterday and what shall come tomorrow is beautiful