Triste Libertad

Here I start to sing
This street cumbia
It's not for just anyone to dance
It's for those who know how to dance
When they start to listen
An avalanche will form
And the girls on the field
Will surely support
For the handsome singer
Of this group... with a broad smile!

Here goes this cumbia that I sing to the boys
Who, for being poor, are now locked up
Today that I am free, I send them a big hug
So they know I have never forgotten them

I served the sentence they gave me as a fugitive
I swear I miss all those good times
That being behind bars
I have spent with you
Where they are today
Where they are today

I despair and can't bear it
I cling to weed, cocaine, and booze
I have a delirium, total madness
I'm out of my mind, I want to rescue myself
They won't catch me
They won't catch me

Twice the guards let me go
And since then I can't find a job
Being inside, at least I made an effort
Today that I am free, so far I rescue myself

Even if they have to hit me with a cane
But they keep following me like a dog without a cat
They know for sure that if I don't eat
I have to steal
I have to steal

I despair and can't bear it
I cling to weed, cocaine, and booze
I have a delirium, total madness
I'm out of my mind, I want to rescue myself
They won't catch me
They won't catch me

I despair and can't bear it
I cling to weed, cocaine, and booze
I have a delirium, total madness
I'm out of my mind, I want to rescue myself
They won't catch me
They won't catch me