Polla Dura No Cree En Dios

Approach this old troubadour
For two coins or a loaf of bread
I tell my life to whoever wants to listen
Follow me, come! Follow me, come! Follow me, come!

I come from a country bathed by the sea
I was going to be a gentleman and the truth
Is that tired of raping and oppressing
I heard a voice: You have to go see the world

Wherever your feet take you
And by destiny you will have the horizon
Without creeds, without nations, only love
Hard dick doesn't believe in God

And this is how I began to forget
All wealth, all comfort
But soon I realized
That there was another world
There was another life outside of me

At nightfall the Moon cradles me
And the stars wrap me
At dawn the dew grooms me
And the breeze wakes me up

I am a professional criminal
Sometimes I eat cold
And rarely hot

I rent out my conscience
To relieve souls
Of guilt that won't let them sleep

I am a professional criminal
Sometimes I eat cold
And rarely hot

I rent out my conscience
To relieve souls
Of guilt that won't let them sleep

In these years I learned the hard way
That only with dreams you don't pay bills
And only fools dream of what
Of what they will never, of what they will never
Never have

Don't talk to me about God or evil
Because when I make love
I don't distinguish religion
Hard dick doesn't believe in God

I am a professional criminal
Sometimes I eat cold
And rarely hot

I rent out my conscience
To relieve souls
Of guilt that won't let them sleep

I assault on the road
Luck and destiny
And some distracted maiden

I am a flagless pacifist
Because fighting for peace
Is like fucking for virginity

I am a professional criminal
Sometimes I eat cold
And rarely hot

I rent out my conscience
To relieve souls
Of guilt that won't let them sleep

I assault on the road
Luck and destiny
And some distracted maiden

I am a flagless pacifist
Because fighting for peace
Is like fucking for virginity