My saint,
my good Samaritan
who never leaves.
How lucky I am -
so grateful for
my humanitarian man.

How lucky I am,
so grateful for
his faultless memory -
reiterated recall -
everyone else left you
Oh my humanitarian man.

My good Samaritan,
holy martyr.
A heart for a soul -
a love to barter.
So sweet (so deserving) a sacrifice
for my humanitarian man.

A heart for a soul,
so sweet a sacrifice.
For if our love shall perish
accept my death twice
How lucky I am,
my humanitarian man.

My saint,
my good Samaritan.
he'd die for my heart -
he'd never leave.
So how could I part
my humanitarian man?

How lucky I am.
How lucky I am.