I saw you in the park lying and reading till late
you were feeding pigeons around
but they didn't give you back a sound
How could a pigeon be grateful
how could you be faithful
It's all a matter of nature of fate
As the eternity of love and hate
Things never change, I mean
whatever you do from within
So keep giving without asking back
Nothing to do but hope in a better luck
You're an ungrateful pigeon...
