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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'll are met with respect, not humiliation
A man's place on earth
is desided so it seems from his moment of birth

Is there a future
No matter where I go I will still belong
In andalusia
Where we don't know where the next meal coming from
Something's wrong

With every dawn a child ist born a boy from nowhere
what chance has he a boy like me who only go where
its a fight to survive just until tomorrow
one more mouth to feet and the way things around there
thats the last thing they need

There is a future
no matter where I go I will still belong in andalusia
Where good honest men grow weak while the rich grow strong
But not for long

I'm bound 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

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