Fistful Dollars

Where is the low trick in our world

When we see both families against each other

Someone makes a bet, someone complains

But none say his real name.

That man before our eyes

Has the face of your friends

But he’s a stranger gunman.

Hide out man with no name

You will always love him and die for him

You can make it for faith and you can’t see

He makes it for a fistful dollars

And they will capture and torture him

But in the end the stranger will escape

And they’ll set afire themselves.

Hide out man with no name