Today I liken myself to a blind alley
Covered with dry leaves
Only those who live there
Come and pass over me
Today I feel like a hotel whose rooms are mostly empty,
That only becomes full now and then
So many lives, stories, and loves
Pass through me
I wasn't like that
When did I get lost?
I would dance with the wind
When did I fly away?
I heard a voice
From the past
I heard a voice
From a little girl
I want a ticket
Only a departure
I have to go to
The naïveté of the childhood and live there
I want a ticket
Only for one person
To be able to survive the night
I have to remember how excitement feels
Today I feel silent and stationary
Like a bench in a park
At night the lights of the city
Lay down and sleep on me
Today I feel like the sea
Of the ships carrying tons of cargo
I have buoyancy
Yet the waste of the city flows into me