In the evenings with a dirty face
Like an angel in blue jeans
He sells roses at the tables.
At Bachin`s diner
If the moon is shining
He eats moonlight and soot bread..

Every day in my sadness
He doesn`t want the dawn
He gets up early on the sixth of January
With a reverse star
And three royal cats
They steal his shoes
One is left and the other is right..Too!

Every morning from the trash
With noodles and bread
He makes himself a kite..
He is a strange and wild man.
A millennial child
Which gets confused inside....