I take the left way in the first crossroad I find, in this city full of nothing, where the only thing I see is the shadow that walks besides me. Everyone left town while I was sleeping and I don't know why, could it be that I don't show much love to the ones I care? And in the middle of the night I shout to the sky waiting for my redemption, but the only thing I hear are the echoes of my frustration. Every afternoon, while I'm listening to my old records, the birds come back again. Their red eyes remind me what I've left behind, old people I used to love in secret. Now they don't talk anymore, they don't dream anymore. I still search the truth in my own town!