Behind bars
For a few words
That he thought so hard
Outside it is hot
Thousands of birds
Fly away effortlessly
What is this country
Where the night strikes
The law of the strongest?
Diego, free in his head
Behind his window
Perhaps falling asleep
And me dancing my life
Who sings and laughs
I think of him
Diego, free in his head
Behind his window
Already dead perhaps

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