They accuse me of being a man that on the roads,
armed with my guitar and my song,
stealing passion, stealing illusion,
to feed my loving heart like that,
to feed my lover heart like that
Allied with my crimes is my poem,
that wanders like the stream seeking love,
seeks to find, seeks to satisfy,
a thirst that has the capacity of the sea,
a thirst that has the capacity of the sea.
*Chorus:
They accuse me of being born with the soul of a bandit,
they accuse me of having been born with the soul of a dreamer,
when I want, I want, and if I do not want to go,
I grant and demand freedom in love.
It exists for my capture of reward,
the kisses that I must pay for my sins,
upon awakening, upon awakening,
in the tender arms that I would have to imprison,
in the tender arms that I would have to imprison.
*Chorus:
They accuse me of being born with the soul of a bandit,
they accuse me of having been born with the soul of a dreamer,
when I want, I want, and if I do not want to go,
I grant and demand freedom in love.
They accuse me of being born with the soul of a bandit,
they accuse me of having been born with the soul of a dreamer,
when I want, I want, and if I do not want to go,
I grant and demand freedom ... in love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)