Idioma Origen:
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you´re burning in the flames
And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I´m a sinner
I´m gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod´s hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry
You´ll never make a saint of me
You´ll never make a saint of me
Idioma Destino:
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you´re burning in the flames
And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I´m a sinner
I´m gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod´s hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You´ll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry
You´ll never make a saint of me
You´ll never make a saint of me