𝑅𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

I wake in the morning, the sun in my eyes,
With dust on my boots and fire in the skies.
The road is calling; she whispers my name,
And the hombre who follows is never the same.

I carry no silver, I carry no crown;
I laugh when the devil comes riding to town.
He says, “Señor, perhaps today you will fall.”
I say, “Perhaps mañana — but not now at all.”

The wind is hot and the highway is dry;
The hawk circles above like death in the sky.
But I have the rhythm, the blood and the beat,
And destiny dancing beneath my feet.

One kiss in the doorway, one rose in the sand,
One beautiful memory still burns in my hand.
She tells me, “Mi vida, don’t gamble tonight.”
But I gamble with darkness — and darkness loses the fight.

I ride where the moon makes the mountains look white,
Where hombres make promises only at night.
Where cards strike the table and cold pistols gleam,
And nobody knows where reality meets dream.

The bartender smiles, but he makes not a sound;
Three dangerous shadows are turning around.
They ask where I come from — I tell them, “The flame.”
They ask where I go — “Where they remember my name.”

Now faster, mi corazón, faster we fly;
The stars become sparks in the black velvet sky.
The road twists like a serpent, the canyon grows thin,
But fear knocks at the door, and I do not let him in.

I hear the bells ringing from somewhere behind,
The past like a wolf sinking teeth in my mind.
But tomorrow is waiting beyond the last hill,
And I would rather die running than live standing still.

So give me the thunder with no drop of rain,
The pleasure of freedom, the sweetness of pain.
Give me the sunrise that bleeds into gold,
A story worth singing when all of us are old.

No king shall own me, no chain shall remain,
No ghost shall command me to kneel down and pray.
I came like a spark, and I leave like a blaze,
Still laughing at fortune in dangerous ways.

I run with the morning! I race with the sun!
The night tries to catch me — but night cannot run!
The mountain is shaking, the heavens are wide,
And every wrong turning becomes my guide.

So open the gates now; I’m coming in fast.
No future can frighten me, no shadow can last.
When destiny asks me, “Are you ready, amigo?”

I grin at the sunrise —

“¡Of course! ¡Vámonos!”

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I wake in the morning, the sun in my eyes, With dust on my boots and fire in the skies. The road is calling; she whispers my name, And the hombre who follows is never the same. I carry no silver, I carry no crown; I laugh when the devil comes riding to town. He says, “Señor, perhaps today you will fall.” I say, “Perhaps mañana — but not now at all.” The wind is hot and the highway is dry; The hawk circles above like death in the sky. But I have the rhythm, the blood and the beat, And destiny dancing beneath my feet. One kiss in the doorway, one rose in the sand, One beautiful memory still burns in my hand. She tells me, “Mi vida, don’t gamble tonight.” But I gamble with darkness — and darkness loses the fight. I ride where the moon makes the mountains look white, Where hombres make promises only at night. Where cards strike the table and cold pistols gleam, And nobody knows where reality meets dream. The bartender smiles, but he makes not a sound; Three dangerous shadows are turning around. They ask where I come from — I tell them, “The flame.” They ask where I go — “Where they remember my name.” Now faster, mi corazón, faster we fly; The stars become sparks in the black velvet sky. The road twists like a serpent, the canyon grows thin, But fear knocks at the door, and I do not let him in. I hear the bells ringing from somewhere behind, The past like a wolf sinking teeth in my mind. But tomorrow is waiting beyond the last hill, And I would rather die running than live standing still. So give me the thunder with no drop of rain, The pleasure of freedom, the sweetness of pain. Give me the sunrise that bleeds into gold, A story worth singing when all of us are old. No king shall own me, no chain shall remain, No ghost shall command me to kneel down and pray. I came like a spark, and I leave like a blaze, Still laughing at fortune in dangerous ways. I run with the morning! I race with the sun! The night tries to catch me — but night cannot run! The mountain is shaking, the heavens are wide, And every wrong turning becomes my guide. So open the gates now; I’m coming in fast. No future can frighten me, no shadow can last. When destiny asks me, “Are you ready, amigo?” I grin at the sunrise — “¡Of course! ¡Vámonos!”

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