One day my father had a doubt about my birth
My birth
Left me on the road that leads to bad luck
To bad luck
I am Abroad since the day I was born
I jumped a wall one night to borrow a motorbike
A motorbike
And when the cops chased me
They only ever saw my back
Only my back
Because I'm the foreigner, it's to escape that I was born
I am looking for my father
To know what my name is
Fleeing poverty
On the stones, I have worn out my soles
I am the stranger
I am looking for this city where I was born
For the girl I love ©e one evening, that I was able to leave in time
Poor thing
Don't keep the hope of seeing me for a long time
I am the stranger
It's not for you that I was born
I'm looking for my father
To know what my name is
On fleeing poverty Age
On the stones, I have worn out my soles
I am the stranger
I am looking for this city where I was born ©
I am the stranger

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