He walks, he walks, he walks and walks again,
In this city image of his mind.
He dreams!!
Sometimes his gaze meets the one he thought he was waiting for,
He dreams and says to himself Go ahead tend his the hand.
Get down, defend yourself!
Get down, defend yourself!
A murky atmosphere where everything is an illusion,
br/>Trailing this ball that his shadow has become.
He runs, he flees from the threat of this inevitable fatality
Get down, defend yourself!
Get down, defend yourself!
Like a chimera, this look falls into ashes and fades,
Leaving him to see new days without tomorrow .
Alone in his head, his heart and his mind,
He dreams of the one who will hold out her hand to him.
Turning around, he retraces his steps
And in the darkness which drowns the horizon,
This bright glow which suddenly tears the sky
Revealing to him that he does not necessarily have to follow his destiny
!