In the Streets of London
Reducing my life to
a simple form
Is nigh on imposible
You see,its meaning is infinite
It is like a letter written to someone
flowing in my head
A mad world wanting to be found
But, you know, its spirit is beautiful
In the streets of London
I can sense lots of lights
that are not intended to be seen
God has her own projects
And the streets of London
are blowing on the mysteries
Another time
(...?..)
Virginia
I'm witholding my life to
abandon much later
for a simple life
To try to attain a humanity
The fragments of the world
look at me in despair
And amongst the rocks
I live and I hope, you understand..
But, you know, its spirit is beautiful
in the streets of London
I can sense lots of lights
which are not necessarily to be seen
God has her projects
And the streets of London
are blowing on the mysteris
Another time
Not this time
Virginia