Translation of the song lyrics Coplera del Prisionero - Damas Gratis

Coplera del Prisionero (original)

Estamos prisioneros, carcelero
Estamos prisioneros, carcelero
Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo
Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo
Le regalé la paloma al hijo del carcelero
Cuentan que le dejó ir tan sólo por verle el vuelo
Que hermoso va a ser el mundo del hijo del carcelero
Del hijo del carcelero
Es cierto, muchos callaron cuando yo fui detenido
Es cierto, muchos callaron cuando yo fui detenido
Vaya con la diferencia;
yo preso, ellos sometidos
Yo preso, ellos sometidos
No sé, no recuerdo bien
Que quería el carcelero
Creo que una cumbia mía para aguantarse el silencio
Para aguantarse el silencio
Estamos prisioneros, carcelero
Estamos prisioneros, carcelero
Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo
Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo
No hay quien le compre la suerte al dueño de los candados
No hay quien le compre la suerte al dueño de los candados
Murió con un ojo abierto y nadie pudo cerrarlo
Y nadie pudo cerrarlo
Le regalé la paloma al hijo del carcelero
Cuentan que le dejó ir tan sólo por verle el vuelo
Que hermoso va a ser el mundo del hijo del carcelero
Del hijo del carcelero
No sé, no recuerdo bien
Que quería el carcelero
Creo que una cumbia mía para aguantarse el silencio
Para aguantarse el silencio
Estamos prisioneros, carcelero
Estamos prisioneros, carcelero
Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo
Yo de estos torpes barrotes, tú del miedo

Coplera del Prisionero (translation)

We are prisoners, jailer
We are prisoners, jailer
I of these clumsy bars, you of fear
I of these clumsy bars, you of fear
I gave the dove to the jailer's son
They say that he let him go just to see the flight
How beautiful will be the world of the jailer's son
Of the jailer's son
It is true, many were silent when I was arrested
It is true, many were silent when I was arrested
Go with the difference;
I imprisoned, they subjected
I imprisoned, they submitted
I don't know, I don't remember well
What did the jailer want?
I think a cumbia of mine to endure the silence
To endure the silence
We are prisoners, jailer
We are prisoners, jailer
I of these clumsy bars, you of fear
I of these clumsy bars, you of fear
There is no one who buys the luck of the owner of the locks
There is no one who buys the luck of the owner of the locks
He died with one eye open and no one could close it.
And no one could close it
I gave the dove to the jailer's son
They say that he let him go just to see the flight
How beautiful will be the world of the jailer's son
Of the jailer's son
I don't know, I don't remember well
What did the jailer want?
I think a cumbia of mine to endure the silence
To endure the silence
We are prisoners, jailer
We are prisoners, jailer
I of these clumsy bars, you of fear
I of these clumsy bars, you of fear