Canto Nomade Per Un Prigioniero Politico

In these days it's definitely autumn down here
Sweet Marta, my Marta
I remember the hay and your Normandy horses
We were free, free
On the wall images dripping with moisture
Stains without freedom
Listen Marta, in this strange autumn
Your horses scream, chained and screaming now
What to say, suffocate, closed in here because
Prisoner for the idea, my idea because
Far is the road I chose for myself
Where everything is worthy of attention because it lives, because it's true, the truth lives
At least you who can escape, nomad song
This cell is full of my despair, you who can escape
You condemned for convenience, but my idea already assaults you
You torment my only flesh, but my brain still lives, still
Guitar laments wrongly suspected
Sigh softly
And you women with proud looks
Mouths like pomegranates, don't cry
Because I was born, born free
Free
Don't waste a requiem mass for me
I was born free