Amor Prisionero

behind that golden door
there's a prisoner love
yesterday I received your letter where you say you love me
........... even if it's late you chose money

.... in my orchard
the shadow of that apple tree
that is not the golden apple
but has sheltered us
of course, it doesn't compare
to your golden castle

now that you have money
you can buy hearts
but if you violate the door
you will lose millions
I continue to be the singer who lives off his songs

dry your nighttime tears
with a golden handkerchief
and remember the gourd
that has sheltered you
it's a shame it doesn't compare to your golden castle

now that you have money
you can buy hearts
but if you violate the door
you will lose your pants
I continue to be the singer who lives off his songs