Through this one-way beggar street, many beggars meet.
You never know what will be the next treat.
Some beggars want all of you, others just a bit
Dreaming is free, the love could be a crime,
For it, the loving beggars spend all their time.
You are trying to understand if the beggar is physically fit
While you are passing through the beggar street.
With your fanciful dream, who needs the reality?
Hoping for an adventure and your kind of beggar in it.
Dreamless, dreamful beggars are begging for your beauty,
Most are with lovemaking ability.
You are wondering which one is right, light or heavy duty:
“'Could he make love under the street tree?
Could he make my adventure forever free?”
Which one is today’s man, even a bit shady.
Did you ever think which one is more lovingly needy?
If someone loves adventure, who wouldn’t care
Even the most romantic beggars are just waiting there.
Who are so close to you in the beggars’ bar,
You called him old beggar! Let me fly far
Up to my boozing, gazing, peeping star.
Even if it's a lovable mistake, at least for the time being,
Time will create real love, definitely daily sin.
Today is coming to an end;
For tomorrow's adventures you are keen.
Who will know what is under your silky milky skin?
However far from reality, while beggar and beauty are close
Wasting beggars’ time at a most expensive cost.
How much you won, how much the old romantic beggar lost,
An endless aim with your daily game, have another toast.
Some love, most play, but with you every one is lost.