The Angel

I told my mom I want to play on the radio
She told my dad who called me crazy

If you were born poor, ugly, and suburban
Wake up, man, your face is a job

The stage is my Heaven and I don't know anything
The angel sings this song with me
The angel went crazy in the smoke
But the light shines in the sky

Okay, I understand, but it's seven o'clock
It won't be easy, the bus is late
Besides being early, it's so cold
And in the lunchbox, french fries

I'm already tired of so many promises
See if you forget me, I'm not in a hurry
I really want my guitar, What's this talk, swallow this frog

The stage is my Heaven and I don't know anything
The angel Sing this song with me
The angel went mad in the smoke
But the light shines in the sky

If He wrote it, who will change it?
I will never stop singing

Ir He wanted it this way, who will change it?
I will never stop singing

Ou-ou-ou-ou-ooh
Ou-ooh-uo-uoo

I will never stop singing
I will never stop singing