On the garden bench

On the worn bench in the old garden

I sit and listen to the sound of the bugle

The wind blows, but the stomach speaks

And the empty belly is no longer silent

Pigeon flying, child running

And here I am, just surviving

The smell of corn, of hot dogs

But I don't have a penny, not a gift

Chorus:

I'm hungry in the park, the world turns and doesn't see me

Dreaming of a piece of bread and a coffee

While the city lives, I just try to forget

That the belly hurts more than the soul wants

The couple passes by with ice cream in their hands

The elegant girl with her chestnut

And I compose songs with my gaze

Waiting for the sun to set slowly

(Chorus)

If anyone hears this song,

Take a snack, a little compassion

Because in the park there is more than flowers

There are hungry people, looking for love

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