Pájaro Enjaulado

If a prisoner never receives a letter
Lives with a lump in the throat (ah)
Opens his eyes but never gets up
He's crying under the blanket
It's been a long time since he wrote until late
And it's been a long time since he didn't talk his throat out (ah)

Forgive me if I forget that you are a piece, a little piece of my soul
If you know Ayax, four voices and he calms down
You forgive him, but karma notes it for me
If I didn't write, it's because I didn't have a soul (no)

And because a caged bird never sings
And with rap my family strengthens
And with rap we pay your bail
I'm thinking of buying you a ring
Form an alliance, in the old-fashioned way

Because a caged bird never sings
Because a caged bird never sings (365 days)
If a prisoner is no longer counting the time
It's because he's already dead inside
He doesn't remember how long he's been in that center
But he remembers every part of his body
In my dreams I desire you, I possess you, then I feel a shake and wake up

They cry at night so no one can see them
Some curse their mother even while sleeping (ay)
Some go handcuffed to the cemetery
No bath of tears extinguishes a black candle
Four officers, five laws, and one criterion
Four walls, five points, and me in the middle (ah)
I'm praying to Rosario and Remedios (ay)
I'm praying to Rosario

If a prisoner is no longer counting the time
It's because he's already dead inside
If a prisoner never receives a letter
Lives with a lump in the throat (ah)
Opens his eyes but never gets up
He's crying under the blanket
It's been a long time since he wrote until late
And it's been a long time since he didn't talk his throat out (ah)

Forgive me if I forget that you are a piece, a little piece of my soul
If a prisoner never receives a letter
Lives with a lump in the throat (ah)
Opens his eyes but never gets up
He's crying under the blanket
It's been a long time since he wrote until late
And it's been a long time since he didn't talk his throat out (ah)
Forgive me if I forget that you are a piece, a little piece of my soul