Canela - Carlos Ponce

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

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