Prisionero

Come out, friends, of your delusion,
if you think, as of yore,
to take me on a spree.
Keep away from my door,
I am no longer alert
nor do I wait for the bar.
Something nicer than the street,
than the drink and the dances
from inside grabs me.
Two little hands are,
on the same threshold,
that can do more than me.

Because now I have a boy
who is my life and my illusion,
who soothes with tenderness
so much madness.
To my house he brought heaven,
angel of my heart,
and holds me prisoner,
so at ease, comrades
that I remain in prison!

Carry on, my old comrades,
Sowing laughter
on your way forward.
Laugh, I know that joy
that makes the next day
sadder than before.
Leave me on the edge of this cradle
guarding my fortune
with loving eyes.
I'll stay here,
I'll go looking for nothing,
more I cannot ask for.