The nights grow cold 
My search for gold
Is leading nowhere 
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow
A man's place on earth 
I have come to realize
Is decided by birth

So what's the future
No matter where I go I will still belong
In Andalusia 
Where we don't know where 
The next penny's coming from 
Something's wrong
I vow to Spain
 I won't remain
 A boy from nowhere
There has to be a place for me 
And I must go there
No I don't fantasize unlike a million others
Not a man alive 
Had to beg or steal or fight
More then me to survive

So what's the future
No matter where I go I will still belong
In Andalusia 
Where good honest men grow weak
And the rich grow strong 
Something"s wrong

Another dawn, another Born 
A boy from nowhere
My destiny will guarantee 
I'll only go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow
One more mouth to feed 
And the way things are round here
That"s the last thing they need