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(english Translation)
Alone I go with my sorrow
Alone goes my sentence
To run is my destiny
To escape the law
Lost in the heart of the great Babylon
They call me
clandestine
For not having any papers
To a city of the north
I went to work
I left my life
Between Ceuta and
Gibraltar
I’m a line in the sea
A ghost in the city
My life is forbidden
So says the authority
Alone I go with my sorrow
Alone goes my sentence
To run is my destiny
For having no papers
Lost in the heart
Of the great Babylon
They call me clandestine
I’m the lawbreaker
Black Hand clandestine
Peruvian clandestine
African clandestine
Marihuana illegal
Alone I go with my sorrow
Alone goes my sentence
To run is my destiny
To escape the law
Lost in the heart of the great Babylon
They call me
clandestine
For not having any papers
Algerian, Clandestine
Nigerian, Clandestine
Bolivian, Clandestine
Black Hand, Illegal
SIRATYST (Stuff I Read and Thought You Should Too) -- GAZA GAZA GAZA -- "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." William Shakespeare -- "Violated, dishonoured, wading in blood, dripping filth – there stands bourgeois society." Rosa Luxemburg THE INTERNATIONAL WORKING CLASS MUST RISE.
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