Señor Cochero
Sandro
Mr. Coachman
A carriage is approaching
Pure white is its color
Pure white, blood red
And the coachman is love
Tell me, Mr. Coachman
Is it true that she's coming here?
I've been waiting so long
Why are you silent? Isn't that right?
Mr. Coachman, please
I want you to speak
Can't you see my despair, I could go crazy
I can't see your face, the fog confuses it
Your gesture... I don't understand it
No, I can't comprehend
You know? My life was a struggle
Of sad disappointments, of harsh ways
I still have hope that you, Mr. Coachman
Will bring me in your carriage
The things I've dreamed of
Love, tenderness, and yes
A woman's name
The carriage has arrived
And I'm going to open its doors
But I'm so afraid
That my happiness isn't there
A carriage is moving away
Dark black is its color
Love missed the appointment
And the coachman is pain
Goodbye Mr. Coachman... goodbye
