Hey pal

This huge human being is turning 70 today.
I've been watching this great poet, composer, musician many times. Per example, last year I watched two of his concerts. And it's always a pleasure to watch this person humbly and generously sharing his art.
Congratulations, pal!


In the neighborhood of love, life is a merry-go-round
Where there's always room for someone else
The neighborhood of love was made with colored pencils
For the people who suffered from having no one

In the neighborhood of love time dies slowly
In a pipe rotating from hand to hand
In the neighborhood of love, there are those who ask smiling
Will we still be here at the end of the summer?

Hey pal, let me open with you
And vent to you
Tell you about my loneliness
Ah, it's good to smile a little
And to relax a little
I know you understand me well

In the neighborhood of love, life goes on the same
From cafe to cafe, from bar to bar
In the neighborhood of love the sun seems bigger
And there are waves of tenderness in every look

The neighborhood of love is a marginal area
Where there are no prisons or hospitals
In the neighborhood of love everyone has to deal
With their sentimental bruises

Hey pal, let me open with you
And vent to you
Tell you about my loneliness
Ah, it's good to smile a little
And to relax a little
I know you understand me well