Every morning, when he awakes
   Rubs eyes and already knows that the day will be the same as always
   So he goes out on the street, forget, he must forget
   After all nobody want call loud him, ever
   And nobody's voice he want find, this what he is waiting for all his life,
   But to everybody who he's passes, looks deeply into eyes and cannot read answers of impression
   if everybody knows that he's lonely, lonely.
  
   Can he ask himself
   Can he ask himself
   why? why?
   Can he ask himself
   Can he ask himself
   why? why?