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 are met with respect, not humiliation A man's place on earth It's decided So it seems From his moment of birth Is there a future? No matter where I go I will still belong... In Andalusia Where we don't know Where the next meal coming from Something's wrong With every dawn A child is born A boy from nowhere What chance has he A boy like me Who'll only go where It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are round there, That's the last thing they need There is a future No matter where I go I will still belong In Andalusia Where good honest men grow weak While the rich grow strong But not for long 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 refuse to be used a like million others Not a man alive Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive