Pobre Sara - Los Suaves

Sara está en la calle.

Las horas gastadas llegan al final.

Angel de la noche

no quiere volver a su «hogar, dulce hogar».

Sara va recordadndo

cuando la vida solo era jugar.

Tan solo quince años…

Ya ahora se ahoga aprendiendo a nadar.

Y se va.

Se va quedando sola.

En su cuarto le está esperando una maldición.

Y se va.

Se va quedando sola.

No puede contarle a nadie

cuanto le quiere su papá.

Las noches de Sara

se arrastran de ruina miseria y dolor.

Perro de la madrugada

su padre le enseña lo que es el amor.

Sara llora en su almohada.

La cama regada de asco y sudor.

Sirenas de muerte llaman

tras los cristales de su habitación.

Y se fué.

Se marchó y yo estoy solo.

Nubes de pena van cegando mi corazón

Y se fué.

Se marchó y yo estoy solo.

No puedo contarle a nadie

por que aquella noche Sara murió.

Sara is on the street.

The hours spent come last.

Night Angel

he doesn't want to go back to his "home sweet home."

Sara is remembering

when life was just play

Only fifteen years...

Already now she drowns learning to swim.

And she leaves.

She is left alone.

A curse is waiting for her in her room.

And she leaves.

She is left alone.

She can't tell anyone

how much her dad loves her.

Sara's nights

they crawl from ruin misery and pain.

early morning dog

her father teaches her what love is.

Sara cries into her pillow from her.

The bed covered in disgust and sweat.

death sirens call

behind the windows of her room.

And she left.

She's gone and I'm alone.

Clouds of sorrow are blinding my heart

And she left.

She's gone and I'm alone.

I can't tell anyone

because that night Sara died.