I'm a poor prisioner who lost the illusion
I'm a poor dreamer
I'm a little bird who was born to sing
and that's why I'm waiting for 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 don't know how I'm feeling like singing
I'm a poor prisioner
I'm a poor little bird
who soon will fly
I'm a man who dies
because nobody loves me
and nobody will wait for me
If I can't be happy
because of a woman
to be free or not
is the same for me
How bad you will have it
I'm a prisioner and my jail is a passion
because it left me without a heart
I'm a singing little bird who swore
to be forever a slave of a love
Shut your mouth I want to sleep
if you don't a great kick I'll give you
I had a great love
And I had fourteen children
That great love brought me here
I'm a poor prisioner
I'm a poor little bird
who soon will fly
I'm a man who dies
because nobody loves me
and nobody will wait for me
If I can't be happy
because of a woman
to be free or not
is the same for me
How bad you will have it
Finally I will sing
all my sorrows with freedom