Gitano Urbano

Urban gypsy
The neighbors of the condominium wrote a letter
Get rid of that crazy boy who has no control
They complain about my rock concerts at three in the morning
And claim I live like a dog because I sleep on the floor
I'm comfortable there; that's how I am
I live on the sixth level, I'm a neighbor of the wind
I don't have clocks at home because I don't believe in time
And even though I know that when I usually pass by
They start to whisper: There goes the gypsy
Because my hair extends beyond
The limits of what they call normal
How trivial
They call me an urban gypsy
Why do they criticize, brothers without washing their hands
They call me an urban gypsy
For living without harming anyone
For shaving four times a year
They say I'm a surly boy
They call me an urban gypsy
Because I call anyone my brother
For always walking with my guitar and
A song with hints of truth
They accuse me of making love in an elevator
And they are blind when they see so much pain in the world
I don't know what's wrong with me
But I'm a coffee outside their cup
And I look up
And I realize that the sky is my home
I'm leaving now
Eighty-nine signed, they have to kick me out
Only the old man next door didn't want to vote
And a policeman knocks on my door
And tells me: Boy, find another way
I tell him: Don't worry
Trees tend to be better neighbors
I'm leaving now