Isolada

I know a mixed-race girl who lives fixed
Isolated in a silver cage
She has company at night and daylight
She's a child of suffering and torment

I know a mixed-race girl who lives fixed
Isolated in a silver cage
She has company at night and daylight
She's a child of suffering and torment

I already asked the Lord to give me a flower wing
So I can fly to that mixed-race girl
To take her out of her pain
To make her my queen
If freedom is my happiness

I already asked the Lord to give me a flower wing
So I can fly to that mixed-race girl
To take her out of her pain
To make her my queen
If freedom is my happiness

I already asked the Lord to give me a flower wing
So I can fly to that mixed-race girl
To take her out of her pain
To make her my queen
If freedom is my happiness

I already asked the Lord to give me a flower wing
So I can fly to that mixed-race girl
To take her out of her pain
To make her my queen
If freedom is my happiness