In this square, everything is alone
These guys who have no connection
In this story, everything is fine
Everyone wants to meet without any obligation
I no longer know how to look into the distance without seeing
My silent face, closed to the sun
The square stops and passes my gloomy gaze
Of someone who can no longer think
About living in this nobody's square
Without having anything of your own there
You might even say that you don't understand why
I insist on running away and always being alone
The square that sings when it's morning
The square that enchants those who pass by
>I don't stop at the square that deceives
The square that belongs to no one