Childhood Town

i still think about my childhood town
that dirty place where i spent my time
narrow streets and stinky walls
full of people with chains and balls
broken lights surroundin' me
it’s gettin' black too black to see
i wanna meet myself
and find out more stories:
«the raw and the cooked
lot of smiles, lot of tears»
only worn-out memories
so, listen now…
walkin' down a lonesome road
and carryin' on that heavy load
the beggar man without a name
is beggin' me 'cause he have no shame
he looks so good he looks so fine
holdin' me to the end of time