Far away from my home
I’m holdin’ three diamonds in the left
throught days that return
and every night I sleep near a ravine
I’m stanger in rooms
where snakes crakes crawl along the wall
You can sing the song of the prisoner
You can under a leaden sky but it’s not
enough now
wen the lightning stroke I stole
wild strings and a brand new hat
to the gypsy of the turkish bath
and with my back to the wall
I sang the prophecy of the outlaw «nobody
will fall except for the gouvernements»
You can sing the song of the prisoner
You can under a leaden sky but it’s not
enough now
As a rebel I’ll blind
the medals of the beggar
As a rebel I’ll lame
any strategy of escape
But I know that the shadows of the gallows
caress my back all along the path of victory
You can sing the song of the prisoner
You can under a leaden sky but it’s not
enough now
