Uno del Montón - Saratoga

Lo recuerdo con exactitud

un pueblo entero

sin nadie a quien culpar.

Entre la multitud

el elegido no supo escapar.

Nació en un mar de arena

y nunca pudo reinar.

No hubiese sido un rey normal

tenía fuerza y mucho que decir.

Quiso se fiel a su ideal

no convenía y tuvo que morir.

Nació en un mar de arena

y nunca pudo reinar.

Pobre falso faraón.

Sólo uno del montón.

Fue lo que siempre quiso ser

y sus riquezas, a todas renunció.

Él no ansiaba poder

tenía ideas y nadie lo escuchó.

I remember exactly

an entire town

with no one to blame.

Between the crowd

the chosen one did not know how to escape.

He was born in a sea of ​​sand

and he could never reign.

He would not have been a normal king

he had strength and much to say.

He wanted to be faithful to his ideal

he didn't agree and had to die.

He was born in a sea of ​​sand

and he could never reign.

Poor false pharaoh.

Just one of the lot.

He was what he always wanted to be

and his riches from him, all he renounced.

He didn't crave power

he had ideas and no one listened to him.