I’m holdin’ three diamonds in the left

throught days that return

and every night I sleep near a ravine

I’m stanger in rooms

where snakes crakes crawl along the wall

You can sing the song of the prisoner

You can under a leaden sky but it’s not

enough now

wen the lightning stroke I stole

wild strings and a brand new hat

to the gypsy of the turkish bath

and with my back to the wall

I sang the prophecy of the outlaw "nobody

will fall except for the gouvernements"

You can sing the song of the prisoner

You can under a leaden sky but it’s not

enough now

As a rebel I’ll blind

the medals of the beggar

As a rebel I’ll lame

any strategy of escape

But I know that the shadows of the gallows

caress my back all along the path of victory

You can sing the song of the prisoner

You can under a leaden sky but it’s not