Streets have breaths Chased up and down People always go and come Thief of street Steal your dream We feel we'll find happiness Hand the case Keep moving on It's hard to turn away And have a job get working hard That's why we stay You tend to have unusual thoughts make different from Those things you laughed and it's nothing but an urban souvenir We've on the streets they knee on streets We satisfy a lot The up and fall The hidden heart Bounce around and round Will kill herself in the plastic bag Will kill herself in the plastic bag Will kill herself in the plastic bag Will suicide Seasons are quickly gone Those year just passes by Seasons are quickly gone Those year just passes by Run run run They could run away away Run run run They could run away away