I live in a place where the light doesn't reach
children are seen walking shoeless and unhealthy
Through the narrow street, some car comes and goes
and when it's raining, nobody can walk.
My street has a dark bar, wet walls
but I know that someday my luck will change.
I give my address to who I give my friendship
but by knowing it they don't want to visit me.
But sometimes, always by chance,
I've seen friends with women at the bar.