Irracional
Hareton Salvanini
Irrational
My street has no more heart
My street has no air, no sky
I open the window, want to see the sun
Sadness comes to communicate with me
Gray, gray, gray
My people have no more heart
My people have no air, no sky
I open the window, want to see only people
Seeing the place despairing me
And everything is gray, gray, gray
