Freedom
Dim and wavering
On a wind-blown night
Whose honour, whose anger
Cold and quivering
As was the wind-blown night
Into which she'd fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Beautiful as you are
With that high spirit
Morning star of evil hit me
Cut me like a knife
Cool and collected
She became that with time
Totally rejected
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
It's all in the eyes
It's all in the way that you look
It's all in the way that you say very little
It's all in the way that you talk
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
Freedom
Freedom
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Freedom
Come with me
Poor little fool
Freedom
Libertad
Débil y vacilante
En una noche ventosa
¿De quién es el honor, de quién es la ira?
Frío y tembloroso
Como la noche ventosa
En la que ella había caído, caído
Libertad, bueno, es algo fugaz
La libertad está a tu lado
Mis intenciones eran claras
Estaba con él
Todos lo sabían
Pobre pequeña tonta
Hermosa como eres
Con ese espíritu elevado
Estrella de la mañana del mal me golpeó
Me cortó como un cuchillo
Tranquila y serena
Ella se convirtió en eso con el tiempo
Totalmente rechazada
Libertad, bueno, es algo fugaz
La libertad está a tu lado
Mis intenciones eran claras
Estaba con él
Todos lo sabían
Pobre pequeña tonta
Todo está en los ojos
Todo está en la forma en que miras
Todo está en la forma en que dices muy poco
Todo está en la forma en que hablas
Mírame con dagas
No te servirá de nada
Todas las miradas que me has lanzado
No funcionan ahora que has caído, caído, caído
Libertad, bueno, es algo fugaz
La libertad está a tu lado
Mis intenciones eran claras
Estaba con él
Todos lo sabían
Pobre pequeña tonta
Mírame con dagas
No te servirá de nada
Todas las miradas que me has lanzado
No funcionan ahora que has caído
Todas las miradas que me has lanzado
No funcionan ahora que has caído
Libertad
Libertad
Todos lo sabían
Pobre pequeña tonta
Pobre pequeña tonta
Pobre pequeña tonta
Libertad
Ven conmigo
Pobre pequeña tonta
Libertad