Soy un pobre presidiario [English translation]

I'm a poor prisioner who lost the illusion

don't tell me things please

I'm a little bird who was born to sing

and that's why I want freedom

I'm the most genuine and smashing pocket picker

if I ever scape what a trouble they'll have

I don't want to see myself prisioner

I believe you have no solution

I ask the fugitive to stop singing

I'm a poor prisioner

I'm a poor little bird

who soon will fly

I'm a man who dies

because I know she loves me

he's really crazy

How happy I'll be

when I have you

near my bed

he's really narrow-minded

how bad you will have it

I'm a poor dreamer of love

the things the heart do to me

I'm a singing little bird who swore

to be forever a slave of your love

turn off the radio or I'll turn it off with a goalkick

a tomato and another here, what a salad

I have no more sorrows

what a foolishness

if I don't shatter in pieces, neither the feet can fit

I'm a poor prisioner

who's singing his sorrows

and who only thinks of you

I'm a man who dies

because I know she loves me

who could know to write

How happy I'll be

when I have you

leant back on my chest

we have no other remedy

but locking him again

I'm a prisioner, what can I do

He's a very sentimental prisioner

Finally calmly I'll sing

what a pleasure my freedom