Carcel de Oro

When you gave me shelter, I was nothing but a gypsy
with a ruffled dress and a petticoat,
and I saw myself through your affection, from night to morning,
transformed into a queen with a crown of diamonds.
But from the beginning, your tenderness tired me,
I was overwhelmed by that confinement imposed by your passion,
and one night when your jealousy filled me with bitterness,
with the gall of my words, I killed your heart.

So much saying 'I love you, I love you'
I can't stand it,
like a bird, I'm dying, I'm dying,
I need freedom.
Open doors and locks
let the sunlight in for me,
my eyes are already blind
from darkness and pain.
I beg and cry to my mother
not to think of me anymore;
I don't love you, I don't adore you,
and I'm not fit to live
in that golden prison.

And in a hurry to leave you, I went on the roads,
with my songs and dreams and my desire to live,
and at once my ruffles got tangled in thorns
and the daffodils and roses turned into thistles for me.

The vinegar I now drink, the blame is only mine
and I curse the moment I tasted freedom.
Beggar of affection, I beg you night and day
that in the prison of your arms, you lock me up again.

Say 'I love you, I love you' again,
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 I could, from my lips
I would tear off even the skin.
Your affection is worth more than the Moor's treasures to me.
I beg you, for your mother's sake,
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.
Your affection is worth more than the Moor's treasures to me.
I beg you, for your mother's sake,
lock me up to live
in that golden prison.