Sarah, She's beautiful but only when she cries
When she sees her mother in the bottom of her glasses
And, whatever the hour
I saw so many lights extinguished in Sarah's eyes
And fear of tomorrow, well hidden in his voice
So why me?
We can see her smiling sometime since his father sleeps
He was too sad and too strong, but since he died
Sarah knows that he exist under the white cherry
The hope of a selfish dreams of living only
So why me?
So why me?
I had it easy but I was useless
Then I shared her sadness, now I am somebody
Sarah, queen of women, I bow before her
Because I can see this morning an angel in my kitchen
Sarah, she is beautiful, but only when she is naked
The body inspired by his airs, my fingers stick into her neck
Sarah, queen of women, I bow before her
Because I can see this morning an angel ...
an angel