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 
Mano negra clandestine
Peruan 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