Escucha Primo
Patio De Los Reyes Lyrics
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Habla con el jué, que me dé la libertad. Yo no niego
Haber robado ni tampoco haber matado, yo no tengo esa
Fé ni tampoco la tendré.
En el patio de godella hay un charco y no a llovio,
Son las lágrimas de un preso que a entrado y no a salio.
Cuando salga de godella con mi mare me encontraré
Con un porrito en la mano una rosa y un clavel
The lyrics to Patio De Los Reyes's song Escucha Primo talk about the life of a prisoner who lives in a cemetery and is awaiting his freedom. He talks about how he has been accused of stealing and killing, but he denies it. He asks his mother to speak to the judge and ask for his freedom. The song takes a melancholic turn as the artist talks about a prisoner who entered Godella prison, and the tears that he sheds for his freedom. When he finally leaves Godella prison, he hopes to meet his mother with a joint in his hand, a rose and a carnation.
The song has a deep meaning and portrays the realities of those who face imprisonment. It is a powerful narrative that talks about the struggles of those who are falsely accused and caught up in the legal system. The lyrics also showcase the importance of familial ties and the hope that one day the prisoner will be free and reunited with their loved ones.
Line by Line Meaning
Cementerio donde vivo, donde me ivan llevar.
I'm living in a place like a graveyard where I feel like I'm going to be taken away anytime.
Habla con el jué, que me dé la libertad. Yo no niego
Talk to the judge to set me free. I don't deny that I have stolen or even killed, but I don't have any hopes in myself or others for a fair verdict.
Haber robado ni tampoco haber matado, yo no tengo esa
I haven't stolen nor killed, but I don't have any faith in the justice system or in my chances of ever being free.
Fé ni tampoco la tendré.
I have no faith in anything or anyone, including myself.
En el patio de godella hay un charco y no a llovio,
In the yard of the prison where I'm held, there's a puddle that doesn't come from the rain.
Son las lágrimas de un preso que a entrado y no a salio.
It's the tears of a prisoner who has entered and has never left.
Cuando salga de godella con mi mare me encontraré
When I finally get released from Godella, a prison in Spain, I'll meet my mother.
Con un porrito en la mano una rosa y un clavel
And I'll have a joint in my hand along with a rose and a carnation.
Contributed by Alaina W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.