She has her mother's black eyes
And her tenderness and her angers
She dares to say she's proud of it
The stranger
She kept a postcard
From her village in Portugal
She has painful memories
The stranger
Of course she changed her life
When she arrived here
She didn't have a single friend
The stranger
She got used to Paris
She loves the people of this country
And from fados to popular melodies

She sings with sunshine in her voice
She sings of loves that don't exist
She sings for the poor people, for the kings
She sings everything she says, everything she believes

From her side of the border
She never knew winter
She knows the price of misery
The stranger
She hasn't forgotten those
Who sing with tears in their eyes
So she stayed for them
The light

She sings with sunshine in her voice
She sings of loves that don't exist
She sings for the poor people, for the kings
She sings everything she says, everything she believes

She loves children, rivers
The big birthday cakes
Holidays by the sea
The stranger
She's afraid to tell you I love you
She's a bit of a fortune teller
She has the heart of a gypsy
The stranger
She doesn't know how to say sorry well
She's a volcano, she's passion
She's the sweetness of a fountain
The stranger
You have to take her in your arms
You have to whisper to her softly
That she has never been for you
A stranger
Stranger

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