Through the dark
I'm walking down the street
and I perceived this park
Where there is always the same ****

The night,
The insomniacs don't sleep
They are sitting in this park
thinking of everything and anything

They want to put the world to rights
They have each different way of changing the world
But They have to choose the right words

This fight is theirs
Alone they want to be, Alone they are go to stay,
In this park