I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
But I've got a radio song in my head
In which an old composer from Bahia told me:
"All is divine, all is wonderful"
I've been listening to a lot of records
I've been talking to people
I've been walking my walk
Talk, tunes, around the night
And I don't have a single friend
That still believes that
Everything changes
With all the reason
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
But I know everything's forbidden
Rather, I wanted to say that everything's allowed
Even kissing you in the dark of the movie theater
When no one sees us
Don't ask me to write you
A song as one should
Correct, white, smooth
Very clean, very light
Sounds, words, are razors
And I can't sing as it's suited
Without hurting anyone
But don't worry, my friend
With the horrors I tell you
This is just a song
Life really is different
I mean, life is much worse
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
Please
Don't draw your gun in the saloon
I'm just the singer
But if after singing
You still want to shoot me
Kill me quickly,
In the afternoon, at three
Because at night
I have an appointment
And I can't miss it
Because of you all
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
But I know nothing is divine
Nothing, nothing is wonderful
Nothing, nothing is secret
Nothing, nothing is mysterious, no
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