Amor Prisionero (part. Roberto Tapia)

Behind that golden door
There's a love that's locked away
Yesterday I got your letter
Where you said you love me
It's a shame it's too late now
You chose money over me

You already know my garden
The shade of that apple tree
It doesn't bear golden apples
But it has sheltered us
Of course, it can't compare
To your golden castle

Now that you have money
You can buy hearts
But if you break down that door
You'll lose all your millions

I'm still the singer
Who lives off his songs
Wipe your nighttime tears
With a golden handkerchief

And remember the poncho
That I wrapped you in
Of course, it can't compare
To your golden castle

Now that you have money
You can buy hearts
But if you break down that door
You'll lose all your millions
I'm still the singer
Who lives off his songs