Текст песни
The nights grow cold
My search for gold is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow
How can I display
What I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away?
The doors are closed to such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who merely buy
The right to go where
They are met with respect not humiliation
A man's place on earth
Is decided so it seems
From his moment of birth
Is there a future?
No matter where I go I will still belong
In Andalucia
Where they don't know where their next meal is coming from
Something's wrong
With every dawn a child is born
A boy from nowhere
What chance has he, a boy like me
Who'll only go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow?
One more mouth to feed
And the way things are 'round there
That's the last thing they need
There is a future
No matter where I go I will still belong
In Andalucia
Where good honest men grow weak
While the rich grow strong
But not for long
I vow to Spain I won't remain
A boy from nowhere
There has to be a place for me
And I must go there
I refuse to be used like a million others
Not a man alive
Had to beg or steal or fight
More than me to survive