Cárcel de Oro

When you gave me shelter I was just a gypsy
with a ruffled dress and a starched petticoat
and thanks to your love, overnight,
I became a queen with a crown of diamonds.
But from the start, your tenderness tired me out,
that confinement imposed by your passion overwhelmed me
and one night, when your jealousy filled me with bitterness,
with the venom of my words, I killed your heart.

You kept telling me: "I love you..."
- I love you -
I can't take it anymore,
like a bird, I'm dying
- I'm dying -
I need to be free.
Open doors and locks that give me the light of the sun,
my eyes are blind from darkness and pain.
I beg you, my mother,
and I cry for you,
don't think of me anymore;
I don't love you, I don't adore you,
and I'm not fit to live
in a golden prison.

In a hurry to leave you, I went down the roads,
with my songs and dreams and my desire to live,
and suddenly my ruffles got tangled in thorns,
and the daffodils and roses turned into thistles for me.
The vinegar I now drink is my own fault,
and I curse the moment I tasted freedom.
Beggar for love, I beg you night and day
to lock me up again in the prison of your arms.

Say it again: "I love you..."
- I love you -
Say it again, for God's sake...
without hearing it, I'm dying
- I'm dying -
like a scentless daffodil.
To erase the grievances I made you suffer,
if only I could rip them from my lips.
Your love is worth more
than the Moor's treasures to me.
I beg you, for your mother,
to lock me up to live
in that golden prison.

I would throw myself into a forge
to come out purified
if you were to look at me again
in the face.