Tras las Rejas - Saratoga

Como pudo aguantѓі

los impuestos, el hambre, la cruz.

Y la peste llegѓі, un hijo le arrebatѓі.

Con la rabia en la piel

a la iglesia quiso reclamar.

Si hay un ser superior

dile que enmiende este error.

Su pasado le condena.

ѓЂ°l que una vez defendiѓі.

En Oriente demostrѓі el poder de la fe.

Fue una traiciѓіn, se dejѓі convencer.

Le engaѓ±aron, conspirѓі.

Y su plan fracasѓі.

Blasfemo patѓЎn,

serѓЎs pasto de la Inquisiciѓіn.

Ya que ofendes a Dios,

el fuego te salvarѓЎ.

Tras las rejas gritѓі su inocencia

y nadie la oyѓі.

En la hoguera arderѓЎ.

Su alma por fin sanarѓЎ.

De quѓ© sirve tanto ruego.

Al cielo suplicѓі pero nadie respondiѓі.

Nada cambiѓі.

How could he endure

taxes, hunger, the cross.

And the plague came, a son snatched him away.

With the rage on the skin

to the church he wanted to claim.

If there is a higher being

tell him to fix this mistake.

His past of his condemns him.

He who once defended.

In the East he demonstrated the power of faith.

She was a betrayal, he allowed himself to be convinced.

She deceived him, they conspired.

And her plan for him failed.

Blasphemous lout,

you will be fodder for the Inquisition.

Since you offend God,

the fire will save you.

Behind bars he screamed his innocence

and no one heard her.

At a stake it will burn.

Her soul will finally heal.

What is the use of praying so much.

To heaven she pleaded but no one answered.

Nothing changed.