She prepared herself to leave this dirty world,
But like a gift from sky she heard his voice;
And that was so easy to make her feel better than before.
His song saved her from the hell, feel her as be born again;
Her devil self shut up so as to listen him as a real angel.
She stayed away looking for that rescue song;
She wanted to see him, who gave her other chance to live;
As her own savior, her own hero;
But no one was there nether neither a nice prince nor a charming king.
She just saw a cunning guitar and a pink paper;
She read in it: live, live my darling coz you deserve life;
Was it a present from a sky, from an angel?
Or was it from heaven, from his dead darling?