Through the streets of the world, wanders a lost boy
he carries all the races on the skin.
If he crosses some day on your way,
ask him what he is looking for and he will tell you:
i need crumbs of tenderness,
if you have a little bit extra, give it to me.
i need crumbs of tenderness,
if you have a little bit extra, give it to me.
In the evenings of the world walks a girl
with all sins on the skin.
If she stops you and asks you to light a cigar,
ask her what she is looking for and she will tell you:
i need crumbs of tenderness,
if you have a little bit extra, give it to me.
i need crumbs of tenderness,
if you have a little bit extra, give it to me.
In the squares of the world sunbathes a grandfather
he carries his whole life on the skin.
If you see him giving crumbs to the pigeons,
ask him what he is looking for and he will tell you:
i need crumbs of tenderness,
if you have a little bit extra, give it to me.
i need crumbs of tenderness,
if you have a little bit extra, give it to me.