Preso me llevan.
Valentín Elizalde
They take me prisoner.
They take me prisoner
my dear one is crying
they take me prisoner
through the streets of Laredo.
When you saw that they put me in jail
you turned away
to enjoy a new love
In the end, I will not be
the pillars of the jail
in the end, I will not be
the locks of the doors.
What I ask of you
is to always be alert
because one day
they will give me freedom.
How much you boast
for walking on your lands
how much you boast
because you see me defeated.
Maybe it's because of how much I ask of you
calm down, mountains
let my fate run.
In the end, I will not be
the pillars of the jail
in the end, I will not be
the locks of the doors.
What I ask of you
is to always be alert
because one day
they will give me freedom.
