Vagabundo

They say that a vagabond,
cannot survive,
that's why they think I'm going to die.
They say that talking to myself will make my mind sick,
they don't know that I can never die.
The wind and the road will kiss my face,
the night and the moon will be my friends,
the morning sun will give me a thousand strengths,
to live and resist.
They say that a vagabond,
cannot survive,
that's why they think I'm going to die.
They say that talking to myself will make my mind sick,
they don't know that I can never die.
They don't know that I can never,
never die,
I will never die, I will never die,
I can never die.