Sangue Latino

I swore lies and I follow alone
I assume the sins
The northern winds don't move windmills
And what's left for me is just a moan
My life, my dead, my crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul
I broke treaties
I betrayed the myths
I broke the lance, I launched into space
A scream, a venting
And what matters to me is not to be defeated
My life, my dead, my crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul