Some are born
In the folds of the flag
At the sound of military anthems
And when the troop parades under their tiles
They have the warrior soul
But not me
But not me
I was not born a soldier
But not me
But not me
I am the son of nobody
Some are born with it in their cradle
The billions of their father
We teach them that everything can be bought
Business, yes, is business
But not me
Not me
I am not born billionaire
But not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
Some are born
In accordance with the laws
They want to make a good career
Their paradise is a narrow office
In a huge ministry
But not me
Not me
I am not born a civil servant
Not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
Not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
Not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody