The lonely neighborhood, the place
With barren streets, with bored kids
And the sadness inside our veins. The
Yelling of a manager, the crying of a kid,
Which always is afraid of losing his
The lonely neighborhood, the sound of
Birds, and the image of a nice paradise,
Lost dreams of a neighbor but the calm,
Our only calm in our home, the calm
Of an anger.
The lonely neighborhood, always quiet,
Always bored, but the feeling of our culture
Changes home and changes the attitude we
Used to have.
The lonely neighborhood, sometimes alone,
Sometimes don’t know? the laugh of a kid
Never gives up, it always stays the same. No
Matter a lonely place, you always remember
And it brings you the freedom you never forget.
The lonely neighborhood, the sound of a dog
That we can only hear, but strange you never
Get to see. The lonely walk the weather begins
The sound of the air and the starting rain.
The night begun and the sadness again, too quiet
too lonely, too hard to forget.
The lonely neighborhood, the place with barren
Streets, the boredom of a kid and the sadness inside
Our veins. The yelling of a manager, the crying of a
Kid, which always is afraid of loosing his grin.