Текст песни Dweller of the Streets

Boozing whithout stopping, hours don't go by And breathing the thin air among prostitutes Qeers, bums, the smell of the lust and beer get me numb The rain drops hard on hot ground The smell of asphalt between you and i There's just the night and the desire of meeting This strange feeling of being alone becoming free in the air Appointment without appointed time The insistent noise of silence's tied by the same final sentiment Dumb, corners, streets Peeking in silence Listened to us, walking and paiting Dweller of the streets He must be free and not feel tied to anything And stay just the world without duties The dweller of the streets' own reign Just, live, free, now If the streets could be mine i could embrace them And feel them alive, beating, sucking the lives of those who pass by then Or if i wanted to destroy everything as a passional crime What's it for ? why not go away and forget it I'm here and i know i remain cause i'll always come back