He comes from his city
With his tired grey eyes
He walks alone, ever alone
And he knows all about our life
Travels around the world
Travels every day

He is the Saint
And you wait wait
You wait the Saint
And you, lady
You you have to cry
And I keep with me his his holy words
Because he he is the saint

Walking around just wanna thinking about you froze the light
You stop the time to give me a real life give me a real life
Down on my knees again

He has no name
He walks alone
Nobody knows from where his shadow’s from

My little girls
Read here his words
Blood and paper, this is the holy ghost

“You are the lord you are the God
We born to live we born to die – too
This time, choose what you want to do
Choose what you want to be