Lyrics of Canela - Carlos Ponce

Canela (original)

Por una probadita de los labios de canela
Chiquito de la loma con paciencia espera
A que le toque su turno, con unos nervios profundos
Pues es la primera vez que la vida prueba
Con ella don Jacinto se toma su tiempo
Se gasta cada quinto sin remordimiento
Y doña Toña lo espera vestida en traje de Eva
Ahogando su mal sabor en una botella
Canela, Canela tu niña tiene hambre
Canela, Canela, ay dale de comer
Y dile que pintas sonrisas en las caras de los hombres tristes
Y asi talvez tu niña ya no llorará
Dónde estás mamá
Riquito, ricachón del barrio la alucina
Es hijo de la dueña de la tienda de la esquina
Con su chaqueta de cuero derrochando su dinero
Pero por lo menos deja buena propina
Danilo que la quiere desde que era muy pequeño
Se lleva lo que tiene para la casa de empeño
Y ahora compra sus carisias
Mientras afuera la fila crece de prisa
Canela, Canela tu niña tiene hambre
Canela, Canela ay dale de comer
Y dile que pintas sonrisas en las caras de los hombres tristes
Y asi talvez tu niña ya no llorará
Y asi talvez tu niña ya no llorará
Canela, Canela lo que se hereda no se hurta
No enseñas a tu niña lo que te enseño tu madre
Tu dile que pintas sonrisas en las caras de los hombres tristes
Y asi talvez tu niña ya no llorará
Canela, Canela tu niña tiene hambre
Canela, Canela, ay dale de comer
Y si en el cielo te perdonan
Y algún dia te regalan alas
Ay Canela sobre ella volarás
Y le dirás, aquí está mamá

(translation)

For a taste of cinnamon lips
Little boy from the hill patiently waits
To his turn, with some deep nerves
Well, it's the first time that life proves
Don Jacinto takes his time with her
He spends every fifth without remorse
And Doña Toña is waiting for him dressed in Eva's dress
Drowning her bad taste of her in a bottle
Cinnamon, Cinnamon your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, Cinnamon, oh feed him
And tell him you paint smiles on sad men's faces
And so maybe your girl won't cry anymore
where are you mom
Riquito, rich man from the neighborhood hallucinates her
He is the son of the owner of the corner store
With his leather jacket on him wasting his money
But at least he leaves a good tip
Danilo who loves her since he was very little
He takes what he has to the pawn shop
And now he buys his caresses
While outside the line grows fast
Cinnamon, Cinnamon your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, Cinnamon ay feed him
And tell him you paint smiles on sad men's faces
And so maybe your girl won't cry anymore
And so maybe your girl won't cry anymore
Cinnamon, Cinnamon what is inherited is not stolen
You don't teach your girl what your mother taught you
You tell him you paint smiles on sad men's faces
And so maybe your girl won't cry anymore
Cinnamon, Cinnamon your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, Cinnamon, oh feed him
And if in heaven they forgive you
And one day they give you wings
Ay Cinnamon on her you will fly
And you will tell him, here is mom