I lose my defenses in the curves of anguish.
I look for a look, everytime, everywhere.
My life isn't of anybody, and I never ask anyone
to do something that I wouldn't do without hesitating.
And I know I can't be alone;
if you leave, I'll burn my house.
And she's so lonely that she runs to the center of the street.
Her door and her look closed under lock and key.
And I know she can't be alone;
and now I know she'll get lost.
And in the end, only envy and ambition;
and I know I won't find if I don't search.
I pass to the mad of the street.
I pass to the thirst of living.
My room is so small that I never find its corners.
Since you've been gone, loneliness laughs at me;
I wait for you in the roads and I confuse you everytime.
while I'm lost, kids told me that you're crying.
And I know I can't be alone;
if you leave, I'll burn my house.
And in the end, only envy and ambition;
and I know I'll never find even if I search.
I pass to the mad of the street.
I pass to the thirst of living.