I walk the streets so sad and so lonely;
I get lost in the crowd,
Go into alleys and streets without Outings;
Misuse of cars, hear the noise of trains, planes, people whisper,
Children being picked up by their mothers, beggars, bandits, pigeons in the squares, couples dating, thieves,
Walk the streets alone to find myself with myself;
I find myself, not follow yourself,
Wandering in my thoughts,
It is so good to be alone in the crowd,
Be seen as one among many others;
So many selves, so many of us, so many of you, so many ...
Are so many and become many,
Anonymous and hasty, as you go for life;
Loading itself weight and lightness of being one among many ... each with their life story, their dreams, fantasies, fears,
The old lady walking dragged as if daring him to hurry and time; .
Ah like walking through the crowd makes us so many of us ....
We are many we are one ....