Pardao

Among the puddles of the last rain
And on a not very frequented corner
Of a dirty and forgotten city
The singer arrives to start the day
And from a case turned into ruins
He takes out his old and worn friend
Tunes a bit his tired strings
While people pass by in a hurry

And no one knows how his life goes by
No one realizes how his life goes by
They call him 'Forgotten' in the square
Because even if it rains, he sings
And doesn't leave

Without stopping, some look at him
And little by little, others stop
To listen to his tired voice
Telling stories and old ballads
For a moment, sorrows are forgotten
And now the street becomes what was a road
Because 'Forgotten' with his old guitar
Brings forgotten promises into their lives

And no one knows how his life goes by
No one realizes how his life goes by
They call him 'Forgotten' in the square
Because even if it rains, he sings
And doesn't leave

Time passes and rush returns
And little by little, people leave
Only 'Forgotten' on his wet sidewalk
Slowly and calmly packs his things
Some coins in his worn cap
And in his bag, a medium bottle
In his days, burnt hopes
And in his nights, cheap pensions

And no one knows how his life goes by
No one realizes how his life goes by
They call him 'Forgotten' in the square
Because even if it rains, he sings
And doesn't leave

Forgotten
Look at the life he leads
His homeland and his home is a sidewalk
Forgotten
Look at the life passing by
The park is his land, the street his home
Forgotten
Look at the life he leads
He has no family, he has no flag
Forgotten
Look at the life passing by
His light the stars, his bed the square