Down in the dark alleys by the port
Where nobody asks, who you are (1)
Is not a good place to live
When you're still a young boy
His name was Miguel, a street mutt
And his parents were no more
He ran away from a foster home
And often heard the words:
O miguel, o miguel
O miguel, o miguel
What you're doing, is bad
You'll never be able to cope
Everyone saw his anger
written in his face
But his tears at night
nobody could see
One day, at the convent of the merciful sisters
They told him, god loves you very much
He screamed "I am thirsty and hungry"
Where has your god been all this time
O miguel, o miguel
O miguel, o miguel
What you're doing, is bad
You'll never be able to cope
Everyone saw his anger
written in his face
But his tears at night
nobody could see
He knew, his father had been an alcoholic
WHo lost his life in a scuffle
But he had told the boy about the port
His father once had been a matador
He had learned to beg and to steal
And never asked for compassion
His dream he was not able to tell
Everyone gave him the same reply:
O miguel, o miguel
O miguel, o miguel
What you're doing, is bad
You'll never be able to cope
Everyone saw his anger
written in his face
But his tears at night
nobody could see
O miguel, o miguel
O miguel, o miguel
Today you're still a child
And fate is blind
But the force of life deep inside of you
Is driving you on
And maybe one day you can make it
Some day - some day