Bienaventurado

I will give you my absolution
I who am the saint for you
And even though you know me as a thief
You prefer it to be me
The handkerchief for your tears
The handkerchief for your tears

I will give you my absolution
If you have committed a fault
Although your only sin is to be born
Is to be born where you were born
Is to be born where you were born

Blessed are you
Who do not enjoy the fruit of your blood's work
And do acrobatics on the wire to make ends meet
To make ends meet

Blessed are you
Living in this little cup that ties you up
And still you fill your mouth shouting I am from Cadiz
I am from Cadiz!
I am from Cadiz

And I, who am bad,
Bad of the bad ones,
Of those bad ones who have poison in their blood,
Only for you
For your affection,
I become good.

And don't call me the saint anymore,
That name is forbidden
And nobody can say it,
Just call me a thief
Because I am not the saint,
You are the saints,
You are the saints...
You are the saints...

Blessed are you,
Living in this little cup that ties you up,
And still you fill your mouth shouting I am from Cadiz,
I am from Cadiz!
I am from Cadiz...

And I, who am bad,
Bad of the bad ones,
Of those bad ones who have poison in their blood,
Only for you
For your affection,
I become good.

And don't call me the saint anymore,
That name is forbidden
And nobody can say it,
Just call me a thief
Because I am not the saint,
You are the saints,
You are the saints...
You are the saints...