El Penado 14

In a dark cell of the distant prison
The condemned fourteen ended his life
His fellow inmates say the poor prisoner
Died making signs and no one understood

On a cold night when the prisoner raved
His strange grimace gave much to think about
And yet no one, among so many jailers
Approached the cell of the one who couldn't speak

He left a letter written with such painful phrases
That it moved an old prisoner who read it
To the same fratricide with a dark soul
Who never felt love in his whole existence

In the letter he said: I beg the judge on duty
To bring my mother, I ask you please
Because before I die I want to give her a kiss
On the wrinkled forehead of my first love

And in the gloomy cell of the distant prison
The condemned man gave up his miserable life
The last memory was the mother's name
And his accent so sad that the wind carried away