Can caged birds
Still fly?
Can abused children
Still love?
I was like a swallow,
I came with the spring,
I ran through the alleys
Singing Gypsy songs.
Where are you, bell-ringer?
Where are you, my Quasimodo?
Come and save me from the rope,
Come and pry my bars open.
Where are you, my Esmeralda?
Where do you hide from me?
It's been already three days since
You were last seen around.
Are you on a trip
With your handsome captain,
Without engagement nor wedding,
As the Pagans use to?
Would you be dead, maybe,
Without prayer nor crown?
Never you let a priest
Ever come near you.
Remember a day at the fair
Where I had been put to the wheel
And when I gave you some water
I fell to my knees
This day we became
Devoted friends
Between you and me there's
Something so strong going on.
Can caged birds
Still fly?
Can abused children
Still love?
