Coplera del Prisionero - Damas Gratis

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero

Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

Le regalé la paloma al hijo del carcelero

Cuentan que le dejó ir tan sólo 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

Es cierto, muchos callaron cuando yo fui detenido

Vaya con la diferencia;

yo preso, ellos sometidos

Yo preso, ellos sometidos

No sé, no recuerdo bien

Que quería el carcelero

Creo que una cumbia mía para aguantarse el silencio

Para aguantarse el silencio

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero

Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

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 la paloma al hijo del carcelero

Cuentan que le dejó ir tan sólo por verle el vuelo

Que hermoso va a ser el mundo del hijo del carcelero

Del hijo del carcelero

No sé, no recuerdo bien

Que quería el carcelero

Creo que una cumbia mía para aguantarse el silencio

Para aguantarse el silencio

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero

Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

We are prisoners, jailer

We are prisoners, jailer

I of these clumsy bars, you of fear

I of these clumsy bars, you of fear

I gave the dove to the jailer's son

They say that he let him go just to see the flight

How beautiful will be the world of the jailer's son

Of the jailer's son

It is true, many were silent when I was arrested

It is true, many were silent when I was arrested

Go with the difference;

I imprisoned, they subjected

I imprisoned, they submitted

I don't know, I don't remember well

What did the jailer want?

I think a cumbia of mine to endure the silence

To endure the silence

We are prisoners, jailer

We are prisoners, jailer

I of these clumsy bars, you of fear

I of these clumsy bars, you of fear

There is no one who buys the luck of the owner of the locks

There is no one who buys the luck of the owner of the locks

He died with one eye open and no one could close it.

And no one could close it

I gave the dove to the jailer's son

They say that he let him go just to see the flight

How beautiful will be the world of the jailer's son

Of the jailer's son

I don't know, I don't remember well

What did the jailer want?

I think a cumbia of mine to endure the silence

To endure the silence

We are prisoners, jailer

We are prisoners, jailer

I of these clumsy bars, you of fear

I of these clumsy bars, you of fear