I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity, My sad comrade, flapping his wing, Bloody food is pecking unde...

I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity, My sad comrade, flapping his wing, Bloody food is pecking under the window, He pecks and throws and looks out the window, It’s as if he had the same idea with me; He calls me with his gaze and his cry And he wants to say: “Let’s ...