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
There'll be men
with respect
not humiliation
A man's place on earth
I have come to realise
is decided by birth
So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong
In Andalusia
Where we don't know
where the next penny's
coming from
Something's wrong
I vow to Spain
I won't remain a boy
from nowhere
There has to be a
place for me and
I must go where
I don't fantasise
like a million others
Not a man alive
Had to beg or steal
or fight for the
need to survive
So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong
In Andalusia
The good honest men
grow weak and the rich
grow strong
Something's wrong
Another dawn
another morn
A boy from nowhere
My destiny
will guarantee
that I must 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