Sally walks down the street without even looking at her steps
Sally is a woman who doesn't want to fight anymore
Sally has suffered too much
Sally already knows what could collapse on her
Sally have been punished yet
for each single distraction ("temptation" in some version) or weakness of her
for each single pure caress
given for not to feel the bitterness
hear, outside it's raining
hear, what a gentle sound
Sally walks down the street and she's sure
she's not thinking about anything
now she looks at people with indifferece
Those moments are so far away
when a glance used to cause excitement
when life used to be easier
and it used to be possible to eat strawberries too
because life is a thrill that flies away
it's a balance fully built on madness
on madness
hear, outside it's raining
hear, what a gentle sound
but, Sally, perhaps this is the meaning of your roaming
perhaps you have to feel a little bad in the end
perhaps in the end of this sad story
someone will find the courage
to deal with feelings of guilt
and delete them from this journey
to really live each moment
along with its excitement
and as it was the last one
Sally walks down the street and she's thoughtless
it's about evening
the lights of street lamps light up
all people runs at home in front of the televisions
and a thought goes through her head
perhaps life wasn't all lost
perhaps something was saved
perhaps it wasn't really all wrong
perhaps it was right just so
perhaps... perhaps... yes, it was
so, what can I say?
hear, what a gentle sound