I was looking in this city for something of my own
In this city of stupid men and smoky women
Where with the flow of cars every day we become less
And less and less we recognize each other in the crowd
I searched in this city where the fuss is
Fills in empty spaces
Something important… Maybe permanence
From countless charters
Animal grin and suffocating smog are everywhere here.
In this city where I’ve been for more than a quarter of a century
I’ve been looking all the time… I’ve been looking for my man
I couldn’t otherwise…
Every day after a sleepless night, but still into the light
When the views of passers-by are like a reward for courage
I was looking for something in this city that simply does not exist …
And I wanted…