Ay Pena, Penita - Carlos Cano

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

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