They are talking about the streets
that a woman left me
and because of that, I'm a drunk,
because the liquor is already in my blood
and in my body and in my actions,
since I have been judged and sentenced
without the right to defense, I accept it,
because a heart in love
It makes one lose the judgment and the sensible.
Drunk, they say
I'm a drunk
that is the way of expressing
my feelings, singing, crying
I'm remembering her, respect the pain
of my spite (Bis)
I live refugee between the bars
and they call me a coward,
I must do it, I suffer my spite
until you get it out of the bottom, it's the remedy,
nobody can talk or prejudge me
without knowing that I am inside
of this confinement,
I know there must be some key
to open and then go on high flight
Drunk, they say
I'm a drunk
there is no other way to express
what I feel now, taking, crying
I'm forgetting it and God will know how to cure me
over time (Bis)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)