Diego, Libre Dans Sa Tête

Behind bars
For a few words
That he thought so strongly

Outside, outside it's hot
Thousands of birds
Fly effortlessly

What is this country
Where the night strikes
The law of the jungle?

Diego, free in his mind
Behind his window
Maybe falling asleep

And me who dances my life
Who sings and laughs
I think of him

Diego, free in his mind
Behind his window
Maybe already dead