Marika

Yesterday the fight was ugly but it can't be like this
Spends the day by the window waiting to see her
The future getting better

Every now and then at midnight you keep on dreaming
While the people outside keep calling for my Marika
Popular dreamer

It's her, it's her
Marika, Marika

I remember that Friday
In her girl's eyes, her woman's smile
I saw her serene face, her soft and tender skin
Her desire to live

I approached her by the corner of the window
To appreciate her
That's when I understood why people call her
Popular dreamer

It's her, it's her
Marika, Marika