Sangue latino
Ney Matogrosso
Latin Blood
I swore lies
And I continue alone
I assume the sins
The northern winds
Don't move windmills
And what remains
Is just a moan
My life, my dead
My crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul
I broke treaties
I betrayed the rites
I broke the lance
I threw into space
A shout, a vent
And what matters to me
Is not to be defeated
My life, my dead
My crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul
