When I'm walking down on Brooklyn streets
Central Park - I'm listen here the voices of leaves
When I see the light of towers that scratch the sky
The only dream of my life
I wanna feel your cold breath on my face
So easy to fall under the spell of this place
When then morning wakes me
When I'm lost myself in your mirror walls
I can't find my self in the deep of your malls
When I smell your roads after the rain
I hate the morning that brings me the pain
The only dream of my life