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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