Vagabundo

Complete nights under the dark roof of the vagabond street
I'm a womanizer vagabond, I'm a bandit, a vagabond I am and abound
My life of adventures with money or without money, I do what I want
And where I want, my word is the law, hey! I walk from the high neighborhood
Down to the low, I walk where there's money and where they cut
I'm not below or above anyone because I am what I am, I don't
Give explanations to anyone, oh! I walk more than Kung-Fu and like you, I don't even have enough for a loaf of bread
Vagabond, I'm a womanizer vagabond, I'm a bandit, a vagabond I am and will be
I'm the vagabond who nails love on a corner, I'm the
Vagabond who sometimes doesn't even have a penny, walk! My
Feet walk down the avenue! What's up, people? Doesn't your mind examine me?
That this man is the same as you from the street, understand! Praise my detail, I
Grew up where there's no glamour and I don't deny my southern sector, huh!
I cause a lot of heat with my race, my grace Gonzalez Sanchez Fabian
Amador. Huh!
Complete nights under the dark roof of the vagabond street, I'm
A womanizer vagabond, I'm a bandit, a vagabond I am and abound my
Life of adventures (x2) raw pure tough, yeah!
The extraterrestrials return with their sad stories, vagrancies
Predictions, destruction towards my believing inhabitants, the
Philosopher of the blackland surprises attacks with camouflage to stop
The dust in the world, mature attitude style with cliché of mystical alien
Attending my street classes, learning from the
Mistakes of other people who don't think of themselves or
Perhaps have a heart of stone when I walk in this senseless world, I think of the vagabonds in my place.
Vagabond welcome to my world, I'm delusional, it's me, I rhyme my rhyme
Raw material everywhere, with money or without money, I do what
I want and where I want, my word is the law, hey sincere
Vagabond, pure, pure in the marginal adage, gospel hip-slow cowboy mad madness
I soul sacrifice in the back and forth, zig-zag scratching
Cuts b-boys's show BST chupacabras, the Don Juan with his camouflage in
The dance area, complete nights under the dark roof of the street.