Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ay Pena, Penita, artist - Carlos Cano
Date of issue: 23.11.2009
Song language: Spanish
Ay Pena, Penita(original) |
Si en el firmamento poder yo |
Tuviera esta noche negra lo mismo |
Que un pozo con un cuchillito de luna |
Lunera cortaba los hierros de tu calabozo |
Si yo fuera el rey de la luz del día |
Del viento y del mar, cordeles de esclavo |
Si hombre seguiría tu libertad |
Ay pena penita pena, pena, pena de mi corazón |
Que me corre por mis venas |
Penas de la fuerza de un ciclón |
Y es lo mismo que un nublao de tinieblas |
Y pelenas y es un potro desbocao |
Que no sabe a donde va |
Y es un desierto de arena pena |
Y es mi gloria y pena ay pena |
Ay pena, ay pena penita pena |
Yo no quiero flores, dinero, ni palma |
Quiero que me vea llorar tu pesare |
Y estar a tu vera cariño del alma |
Bebiéndome el llanto de tu solear |
Me duele los ojos de mirar sin verte |
Relleno de mi que tiene la culpa |
De tu mala suerte ni rosa de abril |
Ay pena penita pena, pena, pena de mi corazon |
Que me corre por mis venas |
Penas de la fuerza de un ciclon |
Y es lo mismo que un nublao de tinieblas |
Y pelenas y es un potro desboca |
Que no sabe a donde va |
Y es un desierto de arena pena |
(translation) |
If in the firmament I can |
Had this black night the same |
That a well with a moon knife |
Lunera cut the irons of your dungeon |
If I were the king of daylight |
From the wind and the sea, slave ropes |
Yes man I would follow your freedom |
Ay pena penita pity, pity, pity of my heart |
that runs through my veins |
Penalties of the force of a cyclone |
And it is the same as a cloud of darkness |
And you fight and it's a runaway colt |
who does not know where he is going |
And it's a desert of sorrow sand |
And it is my glory and sorrow, oh sorrow |
Oh pity, oh pity pity pity |
I do not want flowers, money, or palm |
I want you to see me cry your regrets |
And to be at your side, dear soul |
Drinking the cry of your solear |
My eyes hurt from looking without seeing you |
Filled with me who is to blame |
Of your bad luck or rose of April |
Ay pena penita pity, pity, pity of my heart |
that runs through my veins |
Penalties of the force of a cyclone |
And it is the same as a cloud of darkness |
And you fight and it's a runaway colt |
who does not know where he is going |
And it's a desert of sorrow sand |