A muso duro [English translation]

And what am I gonna do now, don't know what to say

and I'm cold as I had when I was alone

I always wrote my lines with the pen

not strict work orders.

I always hated pigs and boot lickers

and the ones who stole a wage

the hypocrites who build a career

with some overtime services

I'll sing my songs down the road

and I'll challenge the life hard-nosed

a homeless warrior with no sword

with a foot dropped in the past

and his stare straight and open to the future

I spent four centuries of life

and I travelled thousand times in the deserts

'cause I wanted to say what I think

I wanted to carry on with open eyes

now I'm supposed to write songs

withe the exact dosages of the experts

even dress me like a fool

to act as an idiot during gigs

I'll sing my songs down the road

and I'll challenge the life hard-nosed

a homeless warrior with no sword

with a foot dropped in the past

and his stare straight and open to the future

I don't know if I was ever a poet

and I don't care at all about it

I'll fill the glasses with my wine

I don't know if it tastes good but I please you to drink it

and I leave mental masturbations

to the ones enough mature

I want to tell my songs

To whom know how to masturbates for the sake of it

I'll sing my songs down the road

and I'll challenge the life hard-nosed

a homeless warrior with no sword

with a foot dropped in the past

and his stare straight and open to the future

And I don't know if I'll have my friends singing alone

or if I'll be surrounded by unknows

I'll sing my songs to everyone of them

and by the end of the road

I'll can say that i lived my days(life)