Diego, Libre Dans Sa Tête

Behind bars
For a few words
That he thought so strongly

Outside it's hot
And thousands of birds
Fly effortlessly

What is this country
Where the law of the jungle
Strikes at night

Diego, free in his mind
Behind his window
Maybe falling asleep

And me, dancing my life
Singing and laughing
I think of him

Diego, free in his mind
Behind his window
Maybe falling asleep

What is this country
Where the law of the jungle
Strikes at night

Diego, free in his mind
Behind his window
Already dead, maybe