Alone I go with my sorrow 

Alone goes my sentence 

To run is my destiny

To escape the law 

Lost in the heart of the great Babylon 

They call me 

clandestine 

For not having any papers



To a city of the north 

I went to work 

I left my life 

Between Ceuta and 

Gibraltar

I'm a line in the sea

A ghost in the city

My life is forbidden 

So says the authority 



Alone I go with my sorrow

Alone goes my sentence 

To run is my destiny 

For having no papers 

Lost 

in the heart 

Of the great Babylon

They call me clandestine 

I'm the lawbreaker 

Mano negra clandestine

Peruan clandestine

African clandestine 

Marihuana illegal 



Alone I go with my sorrow 

Alone 

goes my sentence 

To run is my destiny

To escape the law 

Lost in the heart of the great Babylon 

They call me 

clandestine 

For not having any papers