LA PRESA

Police, take her away

Police, open the gates
So I can confess if you let me
I'd rather be a criminal than a fool
And for that, you need courage

Police, take me prisoner
If it's for life, I don't care
Yes, it's true that I killed that man
But I killed him, I killed him out of love

It wasn't with a gun, nor with a knife
It was because I denied him my kisses and he died because of that
Because I didn't want to give them to him

Here's the moral of the story
To be with him, I'd rather be behind bars

Don't worry, police, I won't lack
Someone to visit me, a conjugal visit

Here's the moral of the story
To be with him, I'd rather be behind bars (salsa!)

Police, take her prisoner
From the tip of the shoe to the top of the head
I already left through your port, I won't come back through that

Police, take her prisoner
For my noble humanity, they call me a criminal

Police, take her prisoner
That's why I don't care if they tie me up with shackles
If they set bail, I have more than enough money

Police, take her prisoner
That man isn't breathing
Call the police

Tell him, tell him!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!

When love doesn't give you freedom
It's a prison, a disease
When love doesn't give you freedom
You have to kill it with coldness