Like savages they emerge from the alleys
in a makeshift jungle here.
The stories on the skin are drawn,
so you will recognize them.
Tribe of loners and romantics,
of exiles who escaped apathy.
They colored to the soul,
you see them, they seek company.
Rain, snow, wind, sun
them always there.

That ink flows freely
smacks of freedom and already.
The voice I give you
a permanent sign,
I will share you
I will always be by your side
never to live tired
The voice I give you
an irreverent song
justify you no
intolerant people
we always too far ahead
A body speaks, expresses itself, screams
Any emotion can be tattooed
We go through time and its changes
you inevitably go back there
To fight the language of fools,
the dull, and their falseness
The voice I give you
Nothing scares her

In your tattoo me
I believe it blindly
We are many in the world
The voice I give you
convinced more than yesterday
I your tattoos
the same itineraries
same colors
The voice I give you
To you who don't have mirrors
you moralist
why don't you kneel
honor those tattoos
and this voice that I give you
not to forget
involuntary heroes
rather than fail
tattooed down to the heart
the heart
the heart
the heart
the heart...