Along the streets of this World, a lost boy wanders,
He carries all breeds on his skin.
If someday he crosses in your way,
Ask him: what are you looking for? and he will say:
I need crumbs of tenderness,
If you have a little extra, give it to me.
I need crumbs of tenderness,
If you have a little extra, give it to me.
Along the nights of this World, a girl walks
With all sins on her skin.
If she stops you and asks you to light a cigarette,
Ask her: what are you looking for? and she will say:
I need crumbs of tenderness,
If you have a little extra, give it to me.
I need crumbs of tenderness,
If you have a little extra, give it to me.
In the squares of this World, a grandfather basks in the sun1,
He carries all life on his skin.
If you see him giving crumbs to the pigeons,
Ask him: what are you looking for? and he will say:
I need crumbs of tenderness,
If you have a little extra, give it to me.
I need crumbs of tenderness,
If you have a little extra, give it to me.
1. taking in the sun