Byæ albo mieæ

The rushing crowd passes you by, like you’re just air.
On the street, hundreds of cars and screams.
You sit alone on this bench, reading a book of poetry,
Don’t rush on this sunny day, you know:

To be or to have
To be or to have

A little cash would come in handy, take your friends somewhere.
A small celebration and a little party - for a dime.
And people rush as if the world is about to disappear.
Still alone on this bench - you know:

To be or to have
To be or to have

A little cash would come in handy, take your friends somewhere.
A small celebration and a little party - for a dime.
And people rush as if the world is about to disappear.
Still alone on this bench - you know:

To be or to have
To be or to have
To be or to have
To be or to have...