Lola Flores "Ay Pena Penita Pena" lyrics

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Ay Pena Penita Pena

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 ceñiríapot tu libertad.

¡Ay, pena, penita, pena -pena-,pena de mi corazón,que me corre por las venas -pena-con la fuerza de un ciclón!Es lo mismo que un nubladode tiniebla y pedernal.Es un potro desbocadoque no sabe dónde va.Es un desierto de arena -pena-,es mi gloria en un penal.¡Ay, penal! ¡Ay, penal!¡Ay, pena, penita, pena!

Yo no quiero flores, dinero, ni palmas,quiero que me dejen llorar tus pesaresy 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 suertemis rosas de abril.

¡Ay, pena, penita, pena -pena-,pena de mi corazón,que me corre por las venas -pena-con la fuerza de un ciclón!Es lo mismo que un nubladode tiniebla y pedernal.Es un potro desbocadoque no sabe dónde va.Es un desierto de arena -pena-,es mi gloria en un penal.¡Ay, penal! ¡Ay, penal!¡Ay, pena, penita, pena!

Ay Sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow

If in the firmament I would have power,this dark night like a well,with a little moon knifeI would cut the grilles of your jail.If I were the queen of the daylight,of the wind and the sea,slave ropes I would tie myselffor your freedom

Ay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow...sorrow of my heartthat flows inside my veinswith the strenght of a cycloneIt's the same as a cloudy spell,of darkness and flintit's a runaway coltthat doesn't know where it's goingIt's a desert made of sand -sorrow-it's my glory in a jailAy jail, ay jailay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow!

I don't want flowers, money or cheers,I want they to let me cry your sorrow,and to be by your side, my deardriking the weeping of your lonelinessMy eyes are hurting me because I look without seeing you,I grumble about myselfthey are guilty of your bad luck,my april roses

Ay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow...sorrow of my heartthat flows inside my veinswith the strenght of a cycloneIt's the same as a cloudy spell,of darkness and flintit's a runaway coltthat doesn't know where it's goingIt's a desert made of sand -sorrow-it's my glory in a jailAy jail, ay jailay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow!

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