Los Ojos Vendados

He was in his car on the old road
There were three, they stopped him, blindfolded him, pointed at his face
He couldn't guess where they were taking him
He just remembers being beaten

He saw that light, that blinding light
His eyes blindfolded for hours
They let him go, his mouth bleeding
He couldn't guess what they were accusing him of
He just remembers being beaten
There were three, he remembers their faces
In the morning, going to bed, waking up, in the early hours
The innocent prisoner lost all hope

Awaiting trial with a court-appointed lawyer
Unable to say goodbye in a distant prison
Unable to kiss the lips of the girl he loved