neighborhood's thoughts

I'm walking in the streets,
dirty, cold and dark.
There are few nostalgics feelings,
in the city's park.

There's a child that running,
a peeking neighbor.
And within me there's only desire,
to come home, to open the door.

And within me there's only desire,
to come home, to open the door.

This is my neighborhood's thoughts,
my memories.
The advantures of fantasy.
The old block,
the old clock.
This is my neighborhood's thoughts,
my memories.
The advantures of fantasy.
All these things exist in life,
but even more inside my neighborhood's thoughts.

And within me there's only desire,
to come home, to open the door.

This is my neighborhood's thoughts,
my memories.
The advantures of fantasy.
The old block,
the old clock.
This is my neighborhood's thoughts,
my memories.
The advantures of fantasy.
All these things exist in life,
but even more inside my neighborhood's thoughts.

All these things exist in life,
but even more inside my neighborhood's thoughts.