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?