El Perdido

You're a lost soul in society,
You're just flesh and not much more;
How many times have you stopped to think
About the hours you waste
Burning and playing with your life,
Spinning the wheel of fate,
Caressing the fingers of danger,
Betting on forbidden numbers.

You need to heal your nightlife, even though
You can't explain what it is
About the night that the day doesn't have, what
Is it about your blood that never cools.

You're a man condemned by society 'cause
You search in your night for something that's not there,
You only find eyes that never see you,
Lies that nobody believes,
Gifts from a cruel-eyed lady
Who kisses you without knowing why, bitter
Rejections beneath the moon, bitter
Disdain if the sun looks your way.

You need to heal your nightlife, even though
You can't explain what it is
About the night that the day doesn't have, what
Is it about your blood that never cools.

You're the beggar on a gray street, from
Hidden places, murky and dark.
You carry bags of pain on your back,
Dragging the misery of a sad voice.
Blind vagabond, wandering drifter,
Lonely body moving through the world ahead.
You're a vagabond 'cause you want to be,
In the night, you're just a vagabond.

You need to heal your nightlife, even though
You can't explain what it is
About the night that the day doesn't have, what
Is it about your blood that never cools.

Relax, easy, easy...
Relax, easy, easy...