In the town so full of commercials
Landed I have so infant in my mind
All your dreams about me
When I had nothing to offer
Your customs and your plans
They seem so strange to me
Honest I thought I was
When I revealed you
All my empty dreams
And, you preach me
My own dreams when they are all yours
No, your dream are yours
How can they be mine?
I might have failed in your town
Tell me but if I was wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem