Las Miserias de Sus Crímenes

I would like to know why I am
In this prison locked up
Treated like a bandit
That I don't want to be nor am
Why am I condemned today
By the corrupt society?
If a crime has been committed
By the one who never enjoyed
The one who enjoys more and more

Will have more atrocious faults
That pleasures are crimes
While others cry
I pass the night and the day
Always dreaming of seeing you
And if I abhor life
Death terrifies me
To die, should I die?
No, never!

But if I can't live
As others live
I will add one more
To the list of those who groan
And let those who oppress me know
That only my life I drag
To spit in their faces
The miseries of their crimes