Passarinho Prisioneiro
Peão Carreiro e Zé Paulo
Imprisoned Bird
Singing bird who locked you in this cage,
Seeing you in this prison, both I and the guitar cry,
Far from your beloved with no right to fly,
You sing out of longing because you don't know how to cry,
Singing bird, serenader of the backlands,
What wrong did you do, little bird, to live in this prison.
A golden cage they made to imprison you,
But all the gold in the world is worth less than you,
If humanity understood the language of birds, they wouldn't kill, wouldn't capture, wouldn't destroy their nests.
Singing bird, serenader of the backlands,
What wrong did you do, little bird, to live in this prison.
I would give my life to see you in freedom,
Flying freely in space, singing happiness,
I will shout to the whole world, do not mistreat the birds,
They are songs that come from heaven with love and affection.
Singing bird, serenader of the backlands,
What wrong did you do, little bird, to live in this prison.
