Coplera del Prisionero
Estamos prisioneros carcelero
Estamos prisioneros carcelero
Yo de estos torpes barrotes
Tú del miedo
Yo de estos torpes barrotes
Tú del miedo
Adonde vas que no vienes
Conmigo a empujar la puerta
Adonde vas que no vienes
Conmigo a empujar la puerta
No hay campanario que suene
Como el río de allá afuera
Como el río de allá afuera
Como el que se prende fuego
Andan los presos del miedo
Como el que se prende fuego
Andan los presos del miedo
De nada vale que corran
Si el incendio va con ellos
Si el incendio va con ellos
No sé, no recuerdo bien
Que quería el carcelero
Creo que una copla mía
Para aguantarse el silencio
Para aguantarse el silencio
No hay quien le compre la suerte
Al dueño de los candados
No hay quien le compre la suerte
Al dueño de los candados
Murió con un ojo abierto
Y nadie pudo cerrarlo
Y nadie pudo cerrarlo
Le regalé una paloma
Al hijo del carcelero
Cuentan que la dejó ir
Tan solo por verle el vuelo
Que hermoso va a ser el mundo
Del hijo del carcelero
Del hijo del carcelero
Es cierto muchos callaron
Cuando yo fui detenido
Vaya con la diferencia
Yo preso, ellos sometidos
Yo preso, ellos sometidos
Estamos prisioneros carcelero
Estamos prisioneros carcelero
Yo de estos torpes barrotes
Tú del miedo
Coplera of the Prisoner
We are prisoners jailer
We are prisoners jailer
I of these clumsy bars
You of fear
I of these clumsy bars
You of fear
Where are you going that you don't come from?
With me to push the door
Where are you going that you don't come from?
With me to push the door
There is no bell tower that rings
Like the river out there
Like the river out there
Like the one who catches fire
Prisoners of fear walk around
Like the one who catches fire
Prisoners of fear walk around
There is no point in running
If the fire goes with them
If the fire goes with them
I don't know, I don't remember well
What the jailer wanted
I think a couplet of mine
To endure the silence
To endure the silence
There is no one who can buy his luck
To the owner of the padlocks
There is no one who can buy his luck
To the owner of the padlocks
He died with one eye open
And no one could close it
And no one could close it
I gave him a dove
To the jailer's son
They say he let her go
Just to see the flight
How beautiful the world will be
Of the jailer's son
Of the jailer's son
It is true that many remained silent
When I was arrested
Wow, with the difference
I am a prisoner, they are subjected
I am a prisoner, they are subjected
We are prisoners jailer
We are prisoners jailer
I of these clumsy bars
You of fear