I always make it clear that I'm not perfect
But among the bad ones I never stood out
I gave love chances more than offerings to the temple
And I almost sold my soul for a woman
I saw the most honest man lie at an altar
Since then I lost faith in love
Among my friends I was one of the most upright
And I bent suffering over a wrong love
Oh, life turned me into a bandit
If you have to take a step to be good
This time the saint of the story
That ring I put on that day
Only taught me that, by a hair
Why, why, why am I gonna give love?
If every time I give it they give me pain
Once loving I was the best
And I ended up being a vile hunter
Maybe, maybe today the bad one is me
But before that, I cried and nobody heard me
Tell me, tell me, give me an answer, God
If there are no pure ones like me left
Oh, life turned me into a bandit
If you have to take a step to be good
This time the saint of the story
That ring I put on that day
Only taught me that, by a hair