Alone I go with my grief
Alone my curse goes
Runaway is my destiny
To fool the law
Lost in the heart
Of the big Babylon
They call me the clandestine
For not carrying papers
To a northern city
I went to work
I left my life
Between Ceuta and Gibraltar
I am a line in the sea
A ghost in the city
My life is forbidden
Says the authority
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Alone I go with my grief
Alone my curse goes
Runaway is my destiny
For not carrying papers
Lost in the heart
Of the big Babylon
They call me the clandestine
I'm the lawbreaker
Black Hand, clandestine
Peruvian, clandestine
African, clandestine
Marijuana, illegal
Alone I go with my grief
Alone my curse goes
Runaway is my destiny
To fool the law
Lost in the heart
Of the big Babylon
They call me the clandestine
For not carrying papers