They said that he'd come back, as soon as he'd lose
The boy from my neighborhood, that they labeled ordinary
For not being like the rest
And with his hair on his shoulders, he slipped away
One day from all that oppression
To listen to what he thought
Of the music that one day
And with his hair on his shoulders, he slipped away
One day from all that oppression
A thousand stories were told about that man who left
Ignoring what they'd say, not caring about the reason
A thousand stories were told about that man who left
Ignoring what they'd say, not caring about the reason
Time passed and I realize
That those were foolish words
Because he never lied to himself
Time passed, he's come back
He brings eyes already tired
Yet he made his dreams come true
And with his hair on his shoulders, he slipped away
One day from all that oppression
A thousand stories were told about that man who left
Ignoring what they'd say, not caring about the reason
A thousand stories were told about that man who left
Ignoring what they'd say, not caring about the reason