The wind in the town tore at my dreams and they flew up shivering in the cold in the corner of the street In the midst of the buildings that line the street, a tiny me My heart is stolen by the false image that hangs over me Like a stray dog in the middle of nowhere Hungry for love, my heart is dry, I wander around The feelings I've scribbled on the gray wall I'm trembling from the emptiness of each way of being I want to put my ear to the asphalt I want to find the song buried under the crowd I'll throw it out to an empty tomorrow before anyone else falls asleep Harmony of the Heart Let's Sing Let's sing the song of glass making A city landscape studded with infinite colors A human comedy. I suppose you're right. But I don't know what makes it so. It's a whirlpool of love and hate. It's cramped. But who's going to stop us? We're creatures of prayer. Please shut up. I don't need logic. I know exactly what you mean when you laugh at me for being naive I don't want to live for money For a dream, for love, I'll put it on something like that In the midst of a town that's chasing me, in the midst of a dizzying day I draw my life, I sing it, I play it Life is a campus, life is a staff paper Life is a stage where time is played out Let's sing the harmony of our hearts Let's sing a song of glass making The scenery of the town, studded with infinite colors
