La Canción de Pedro
Mägo de Oz
Pedro's Song
Walking very slowly through the metro he always goes
His roof is the stars and his bed an old doorway
Collecting coins in a broken glass tied to his old accordion
His gaze of sadness reveals his intimacy with loneliness
Sir, where are you
Long white hairs in his beard and his unkempt little hair
His shoes are his tired and bored walking fingers
Companion of the cold, he never received help from any institution
He still remembers his times as a rebellious bishop and his expulsion
In my faith, I command
They say that one day in the metro
A tall, thin guy spoke to him
He wore jeans
Leather jacket, long hair, and warm voice
Your name is now Peter and not Simon
On this rock, I will build a new order of revolution
We will tear down the walls of gold
That the Church stole in the name of my father
When I leave, you will be my voice
Since that day, if you travel by metro in search of freedom
Flee from the poor in spirit and follow the rich at heart
For those who beat their chest and attend mass from twelve to two
But flee from the black and the gay
I don't want those
I don't want those
They say that one day in the metro
A tall, thin guy spoke to him
He wore jeans
Leather jacket, long hair, and warm voice
Your name is now Peter and not Simon
On this rock, I will build a new order of revolution
We will tear down the walls of gold
That the Church stole in the name of my father
When I leave, you will be my voice
You will be my voice
You will be my voice
