I think it goes something like this.. but I could be wrong (very wrong)...
Sarah he is beautiful but only when he cries
When he sees her mother at the bottom of her glass
And this whatever the hour I saw so much the fires extinguished in the eyes of Sarah
And fear of the following days, hidden well in his voice
Then why me?
One can see him smiling sometimes since his father sleeps
He was well too sad and well too extremely but since he is dead
Sarah knows that there exists under the white cherry trees
The hope of an egoistic dream of only living
Then why me?
Then why me?
I had the easy life but I was not used for nothing
Then I shared his sorrow, today I am somebody
Sarah queen of the women, in front of it I lift myself
Because I can see this morning an angel in my kitchen
Sarah he is beautiful but only when it is naked
The body tended by his large airs my fingers stuck to his nape of the neck
Sarah queen of the women, in front of it I lift myself
Because I can see this morning an angel...
I think it goes something like this.. but I could be wrong (very wrong)...
Sarah he is beautiful but only when he cries When he sees her mother at the bottom of her glass And this whatever the hour I saw so much the fires extinguished in the eyes of Sarah And fear of the following days, hidden well in his voice
Then why me?
One can see him smiling sometimes since his father sleeps He was well too sad and well too extremely but since he is dead Sarah knows that there exists under the white cherry trees The hope of an egoistic dream of only living
Then why me? Then why me?
I had the easy life but I was not used for nothing Then I shared his sorrow, today I am somebody Sarah queen of the women, in front of it I lift myself Because I can see this morning an angel in my kitchen
Sarah he is beautiful but only when it is naked The body tended by his large airs my fingers stuck to his nape of the neck Sarah queen of the women, in front of it I lift myself Because I can see this morning an angel...
An Angel
(Interlude)