In Prison (Kizuizini)

Hungry and in rags
          treated like an animal
Beaten and insulted
          silenced as though Satan walked past
no chance to rest
          no chance to sleep
          no chance to think
What possible mistakes could I have made
to deserve this torment?
Falcon flying in the sky
          you know what's in my heart
Tell me: where rice plants wave in the wind
          glinting in the sun
does my mother still stand and wait for me?
Does she still turn her gaze
towards me in prison?
Dear mother, I will come home
I will come back even in death
Even if my corpse is cut
           into thousands of pieces
I will come home
Passing through this wall
going through another like a spirit
I will come home, dear mother...
                                               even in death.