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 be met with respect, Not humiliation. A man's place on earth I have come to realize Is decided by birth
So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In Andalucia Where we don't know where The next penny's coming from Something's wrong
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 don't fantasize unlike a million others Who must bow and scrape For my one means of escape Is to flourish a cape.
I'll fight all odds And fight the Gods if they oppose me I have to win I won't give in No one who knows me Would expect me to fail For the want of trying Not a man alive Had to beg or steal or fight More than me to survive
So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In Andalucia Where good honest men grow weak And the rich grow strong Something's wrong
Another dawn, another boy A boy from nowhere My destiny will guarantee I'll only go where It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are round here, That's the last thing they need.