I met a bandit on the street
He said to me: "I'm finished soon
I've always shot with fire at the range
I made a target out of the hearts of too many people
The life I made was all a mistake
This time, for the last shot... I have my own heart"
The night was clear, the street was safe
Perhaps it was courage or perhaps it was fear
A man was digging rocks
He said to me: "You can laugh in my face
The life I live, I pay in sweat
And at home my wife denies me love
The rose I picked, I picked for her
Rather than saying 'Go away'... stay with me"
The night was clear, the street was safe
Perhaps it was courage or perhaps it was fear
An old man was counting the hours
He told me: "I know the prayers
I was very wrong, I sinned a lot
But God, I swear I've never forgotten
And I prepare my accounts without arrogance
But still, to go away for now... I'm not ready yet"
The night was clear, the street was safe
Perhaps it was courage or perhaps it was fear