Idioma Origen:
Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn´t succeed
Thank the lord
For small mercies
Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It´s always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays
I don´t want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God´s
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
Girl of 18
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine
Summer´s day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother´s eye
Idioma Destino:
Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn´t succeed
Thank the lord
For small mercies
Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It´s always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays
I don´t want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God´s
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
Girl of 18
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine
Summer´s day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother´s eye