Sometimes when I miss myself , when I hate myself, I take my lonely umbrella for a short walk, I
beat the bad heart of the streets under the drizzle rain, the empty place of illusion is felt, this air is the air of being with you, someone wants to
take himself under this air , under your umbrella, when did you pass through this alley, which is still in the air of your perfume alley? Someone wants to take his place in this air, under your umbrella, when did you pass through this alley, which is still in the air of your perfume alley?
What night did I disturb the solitude of the alleys with the sound of your name ? I walked all the roads, in the corner of this crowded city, in the place behind this darkness, I think you are seeing me, my sense tells you that the proximity of someone wants to take himself under
this air , under the umbrella, when did you pass through this alley, which is still in the air of your perfume alley? Someone wants to take his place in this air, under your umbrella, when did you pass through this alley, which is still in the air of your perfume alley?
