There's no matress for me to lay on,
Or even a light for me to read,
Your sweet letter, ah mother1
It's summer and it's cold
My cell is,
1 meter x 2 meters, ah mother
But I won't live bowed down on my knees
I am the son of a falcon
So what if they wound me?
I can withstand the fires
Mom, don't be sad, mom, don't cry
I lay down,
A bloody piece of clothing to rest on,
The moist cement, ah, mother
In the cell next to me,
They brought some brother
How much longer will this go on? Ah, mother
But I won't live bowed down on my knees...
