E quem é?

Do meu baú de memórias. Porque me apetece. Porque I'm no angel. 

(...)
I know I'm not perfect but I can smile

and I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes

If you tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night

and if I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night

I know I can be afraid but I'm alive

and I hope that you trust this heart behind my tired eyes

'cause I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try

I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?

I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry

I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?

(...)