I have a story to tell about the things I saw
The scalding deserts, paradise is right there
The wars I fought, the battles I won
The gold I stole, the love I lost
The men I am, without logic but with reason
In each one of my actions, 100 years without pardon
Don't ask who I am, if I will be your voice
The hero, the coward, the enemy inside of us
The marks on my body, I looked death in the face
Deep inside the gaze, the good, the evil and the indifferent
The world is all mine, because that's the way it is
I am reborn every day, the road is long and it never ends
I wear on my back the mountains I moved
Chance, the world or even getting here
Don't ask who I am, if I will be your voice
The hero, the coward, the enemy inside of us