Letra da Música A Saint Called Sylvia de The Bombers

Her mom and dad named her Sylvia
Born in the europe's heartland
Since childhood she showed a sweet heart and
An angelical face

Caress and kindness are marks of the girl
That reveals every person's true faith

She takes away the sorrow of our lives
And brings us an unveiled bliss

Late at night when your heart is in pain
And your body is craving for some comfort
Just make sure she's ready to start
Her splendidly sweet prayer

It won't take long, in just a little while
I'm sure she'll refresh all your faith
She adorns your vagaries and makes you cheer up
In a cold and lonesome day

After wake up you'll be her devout
With your mind astonished by her presence

I've one more declaration to make
We plead the pope make sylvia a saint

I'm only here to say
That I listened to the people's voice
It's undeniable
The powers of this pretty little creature of god
It was a tough battle
And now I'm too old and tired
And I relinquished to be awarded
By the healing powers of sylvia, the saint

Late at night when your heart is in pain
And your body is craving for some comfort
I've one more declaration to make
He's not pope anymore, but sylvia's a saint
Amen