I’m sitting in a crazy street
where everyone walks asleep,
no people stop to breath
no people seems to live, they just walk in dreams.
In a window a little girl smiles,
the stars falling of her eyes,
no one stops to see her cry,
they are all blind.

I’m sitting on a lonely avenue
waiting for this melody to end
while I’m listening the notes.
I write these empty words,
and this song is my life, my wasted time.


I’m sitting in a lost road
that no one knows,
feeling the winters blow in my heart.
Listening the whispered of life saying ironically
-Smile, Smile to me; cause all though I’m hard
I’m the only one it’s a miracle that you’re alive...
Listening the whispered of life while she lies…

I’m standing up in the maddest world,
not the universes that grows inside of me,
not the oceans of memories,
not the song of my life...
but in the human world kind