El patio de godella
El Gamito
The courtyard of Godella
Cemetery where I live where they were going to take me
Mom talks to the judge to give me freedom
I don't deny having stolen nor having killed
I don't have that faith nor will I have it
In the courtyard of Godella there is a puddle and it didn't rain
They are the tears of a prisoner who entered and did not leave
When I leave Godella I will meet my mother
With a joint in hand, a rose, and a carnation
Cemetery where I live where they are going to take me
Mom, talk to the judge to give me freedom
I don't deny having stolen nor having killed
I don't have that faith nor will I have it
In the courtyard of Godella there is a puddle and it didn't rain
They are the tears of a prisoner who entered and did not leave
When I leave Godella I will meet my mother
With a joint in hand, a rose, and a carnation
