El patio de godella
Cementerio donde vivo donde me iban a llevar
Mamá habla con el juez que me dé la libertad
Yo no niego haber roba'o ni tampoco haber mata'o
Yo no tengo esa fe ni tampoco la tendré
En el patio de Godella hay un charco y no a llovió
Son las lágrimas de un preso por que a entra'o y no a salió
Cuando salga de Godella con mi madre me encontraré
Con un porrito en la mano, una rosa y un clavel
Cementerio donde vivo donde me van a llevar
Mamá, ya habla con el juez que me dé la libertad
Yo no niego haber roba'o ni tampoco haber mata'o
Yo no tengo esa fe ni tampoco la tendré
En el patio de Godella hay un charco y no a llovió
Son las lágrimas de un preso que a entra'o y no a salió
Cuando salga de Godella con mi madre me encontraré
Con un porrito en la mano, una rosa y un clavel
The courtyard of Godella
Cemetery where I live where they were going to take me
Mom talks to the judge to give me freedom
I don't deny having stolen nor having killed
I don't have that faith nor will I have it
In the courtyard of Godella there is a puddle and it didn't rain
They are the tears of a prisoner who entered and did not leave
When I leave Godella I will meet my mother
With a joint in hand, a rose, and a carnation
Cemetery where I live where they are going to take me
Mom, talk to the judge to give me freedom
I don't deny having stolen nor having killed
I don't have that faith nor will I have it
In the courtyard of Godella there is a puddle and it didn't rain
They are the tears of a prisoner who entered and did not leave
When I leave Godella I will meet my mother
With a joint in hand, a rose, and a carnation