Walking through the street of my imagination
Seeing morbous things thrown in the middle of the sidewalks
Tongues and Hearts all over the place
Broken dreams of very old age
Walking through the street of my imagination
I find withered roses and chopped trees
Each of this roses is a lost love
They are not too much,as thou can see...
Walking through the street of my imagination
I watched dead birds hanging from the houses' doors
Lungs hanging from the windows
And so much dust all over their floors.
Walking through the street of my imagination
I see not the Sun nor the Moon
No light can bright my way
No words can make me stay....
