Sarah, she is beautiful but only when she cries
When she sees her mother at the bottom of her glass
whenever was the time.
I've seen so many lights turning off in the eyes of Sarah
And the fear of tomorrow, well hidden in her voice
So why me?
We can sometimes see her smile, since her father is sleeping
He was too sad and a bit too hard, but since he died
Sarah knows that he’ll be there, under white cherries.
The hope of a selfish dream to only live
So why me?
So why me?
I had an easy but useless life,
Then I shared her pain, and today I am someone
Sarah, the queen of Women, whom I bow in front.
Because today, I see an Angel in my kitchen
Sarah, she is beautiful but only when she is naked
A body inspired by its great tunes, my fingers glued to her neck
Sarah, the queen of Women, whom I bow in front.
Because today, I see an Angel
An angel