My eyes/ my ears, around the street seem like they are in dreams/ the people walk over the bricks, their strong footsteps I hear/ I think different than they do/ the city is noise, the city is stone without feelings at all/ lost like rats in s***e like you in my way/ and I've tried to forget,/ and I try to stay like w****s in the street, like you and me/ but the day is over now and my mind is broken again/ the square is art, the TV is life, the grass is like a forest/ children play in little jails around buildings in gray/ in another time I was little child.../ the city of pain, the city of dead.../ depressed and crazy I am