Zorro hear me!
As I looked to that town dyed by the sky's morning glow
I waited for the resting wickedness to repaint its colors.
And within that, the winds of passion raced.
Heading silently towards peaceful freedom.
Somewhere, someone waits for a shining sword-
All the while dreaming of a glistening tomorrow.
Somewhere, someone is bringing back smiles;
While gazing at the sign of "Zorro".
I will not ignore my aching heart.
I am holding gentleness and strength in both of my hands.
The winds of passion blow into that road,
To extinguish the fire wet by tears.
Somewhere, someone waits for a shining sword,
While believing in courage and righteousness.
Somewhere, someone is getting back the future.
While gazing at the sign of "Zorro".
Somewhere, someone waits for a shining sword-
All the while dreaming of a glistening tomorrow.
Somewhere, someone is bringing back smiles,
While gazing at the sign of "Zorro".