This street is my resident
where I eat and sleep
The sky above is my fellow
who never stops caring for me deep
I enjoy the dust, the smoke pleasures me
I live here, I live here, none is my enemy.
The passers-by pretend to show
kindness upon my outlook
They don't tend to know how
but throw a coin instead of book
who knows what is my wish
who feels my heart's pain indeed
But , I live happily here, whispering with the air
I live happily here, playing with the dirt
I live happily in this street with full spirit.
