Sarah is beautiful, but only when she cries
When she sees her mother at the bottom of her glass
At any time of the day
I saw so many extinguished fires in Sarah's eyes
And the fear of tomorrows hidden in her voice
So why me ?
Sometimes she can be seen smiling since her father sleeps
He was far too sad and far too strong, but ever since he's dead
Sarah knows there exists, under the white cherry trees
A hope of a selfish dream to simply live
So why me ?
So why me ?
I led an easy live but I was never useful
Then I shared her pain, today I am somebody
Sarah, queen of women, to her I bow
For I can see this morning an angel in my kitchen
Sarah is beautiful, but only when she's naked
Her body tensed by her high looks, my fingers around her neck
Sarah, queen of women, to her I bow
For I can see this morning, an angel,
An angel