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 How can I display What I know I'm worthy of When they turn me away The doors are closed to such as I A boy from nowhere But not to those who merely buy The right to go where They'll be met with respect, Not humiliation. 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 Andalucia Where we don't know where The next penny's coming from Something's wrong I'm bound to Spain, I won't remain A boy from nowhere There has to be A place for me And I must go there I don't fantasize unlike a million others Who must bow and scrape For my one means of escape Is to flourish a cape. I'll fight all odds And fight the Gods if they oppose me I have to win I won't give in No one who knows me Would expect me to fail For the want of trying Not a man alive Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In Andalucia Where good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong Something's wrong Another dawn, another boy 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. As sung by Tom Jones Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com