She had light eyes and a velvet dress
Next to her mother and the family around
She poses a bit distracted in the soft sun at the end of the day
The photo isn't good but you can see
Happiness in person and the softness of an evening
She loved music, especially Schumann and then Mozart
Like you, like you, like you
Like you, like you, like you
Like you I watch quietly
Like you who sleeps dreaming of what
Like you, like you, like you
She went to school in the village below
She learned the books, she learned the laws
She sang about frogs and princesses sleeping in the woods
She loved her doll, she loved her friends
Especially Ruth and Ana and especially Jeremy
And they'd marry one day, maybe in Warsaw
Like you, like you, like you
Like you, like you, like you
Like you I watch quietly
Like you who sleeps dreaming of what
Like you, like you, like you
Her name was Sarah, she wasn't 8 years old
Her life was sweetness, dreams and white clouds
But other people had decided otherwise
She had your light eyes and she was your age
She was a quiet, very well-behaved little girl
But she wasn't born, like you, here and now
Like you, like you, like you
Like you, like you, like you
Like you I watch quietly
Like you who sleeps dreaming of what
Like you, like you, like you
Like you, like you, like you