Ay Pena, Penita, Pena - Marlango, La Santa Cecilia
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Ay Pena, Penita, Pena - Marlango, La Santa Cecilia

Год
2021
Язык
`Spanish`
Длительность
292740

Below is the lyrics of the song Ay Pena, Penita, Pena , artist - Marlango, La Santa Cecilia with translation

Lyrics " Ay Pena, Penita, Pena "

Original text with translation

Ay Pena, Penita, Pena

Marlango, La Santa Cecilia

Оригинальный текст

Si en el firmamento poder yo tuviera

Esta noche negra lo mismo que un pozo

Con un cuchillito de luna, lunera

Si en el firmamento poder yo tuviera

Esta noche negra lo mismo que un pozo

Con un cuchillito de luna, lunera

Cortaría los hierros de tu calabozo

Si yo fuera reina de la luz del día

Del viento y del mar

Cordeles de esclava yo me ceñiría

Por tu libertad

¡Ay, pena, penita, pena!

Pena de mi corazón

Que me corre por las venas

Con la fuerza de un ciclón

Es lo mismo que un nublado

De tiniebla y pedernal

Es un potro desbocado

Que no sabe dónde va

Es un desierto de arena

Es mi gloria en un penal

¡Ay, pena, ay, pena!

Yo no quiero flores, dinero ni palmas

Quiero que me dejen llorar tus pesares

Y estar a tu vera, cariño del alma

Bebiéndome el llanto de tus soleares

Me duelen los ojos de mirar sin verte

Reniego de mí

Que tienen la culpa de tu mala suerte

Mil rosas de abril

¡Ay, pena, penita, pena!

Pena de mi corazón

Que me corre por las venas

Con la fuerza de un ciclón

Es lo mismo que un nublado

De tiniebla y pedernal

Es un potro desbocado

Que no sabe dónde va

Es un desierto de arena

Es mi gloria en un penal

¡Ay, pena, ay, pena!

(x2)

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If in the firmament I could have

This black night the same as a well

With a little moon knife, lunera

If in the firmament I could have

This black night the same as a well

With a little moon knife, lunera

I would cut the irons of your dungeon

If I were queen of daylight

Of the wind and the sea

Slave cords I would gird myself

for your freedom

Oh, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!

pity of my heart

that runs through my veins

With the force of a cyclone

It is the same as a cloudy

Of darkness and flint

He is a runaway colt

who doesn't know where he's going

It is a desert of sand

It's my glory in a penalty

Oh pity, oh pity!

I don't want flowers, money or palms

I want you to let me cry your sorrows

And be by your side, darling of the soul

Drinking the tears of your soleares

My eyes hurt from looking without seeing you

I deny myself

Who are to blame for your bad luck

thousand roses of april

Oh, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!

pity of my heart

that runs through my veins

With the force of a cyclone

It is the same as a cloudy

Of darkness and flint

He is a runaway colt

who doesn't know where he's going

It is a desert of sand

It's my glory in a penalty

Oh pity, oh pity!

(x2)

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