Like a little prisoner

Inside the Roar
Like a little prisoner.

Mom, I don't want to be here anymore
I miss the grove of woods
there is no water here either.
Every day behind the glass I suffer the heat of the sun and you are not here.

Aaaaaah
I am like a little prisoner and an infinite thirst
and you're not here mom

Why birds sing, only through the window.
Why can't I feel the wind blowing
Why can't I smell the spring meadow?

Mom, I miss the grove of woods.
Mom, not even a stream of water flows here.
I want to hear the grove, I want to hear the water, I want to hear the birds.