Jailer, jailer
Jailer, jailer
Why don't you open doors and bolts
Ay, open doors and bolts
Because I don't wanna get lost
Because I don't wanna get lost
Because of some eyes,
Because of some eyes.
I go out alone by the streets,
I go out alone by the streets
Because I'm tormented by some jealousy
Tormented by some jealousy
Because I don't want to choke her
Because I don't want to choke her
With the braids of her hair
Ay, of her black hair, my god, what a hair.
Open, jailer,
Open the prision,
So they don't see me crying by the streets,
So they don't see me crying by the streets
Like a child.