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This will be my song behind bars
Sad as a moan, like a lament
And this will be my soul's, the last complaint,
Wanders like a sigh, which carries the wind,
Little goldfinch, between your wings,
Take this bouquet of pretty flowers,
And bring memories to my beloved,
What will you find, crying and sighing for my loves.
Tell her that I am suffering, that I am grieving,
Tell her that I only live because I love her,
Tell her that her absence is already killing me,
Let her come see me soon, because I'm dying,
Tell him if he doesn't know that I'm a prisoner,
Sad and abandoned in captivity,
Tell him to come and give me just a kiss,
Before they take me away , let them take me to the cemetery
Before they take me out, let them take me to the cemetery.