Ay Pena Penita Pena [English translation]

If in the firmament I would have power,

this dark night like a well,

with a little moon knife

I 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 myself

for your freedom

Ay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow...

sorrow of my heart

that flows inside my veins

with the strenght of a cyclone

It's the same as a cloudy spell,

of darkness and flint

it's a runaway colt

that doesn't know where it's going

It's a desert made of sand -sorrow-

it's my glory in a jail

Ay jail, ay jail

ay 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 dear

driking the weeping of your loneliness

My eyes are hurting me because I look without seeing you,

I grumble about myself

they are guilty of your bad luck,

my april roses

Ay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow...

sorrow of my heart

that flows inside my veins

with the strenght of a cyclone

It's the same as a cloudy spell,

of darkness and flint

it's a runaway colt

that doesn't know where it's going

It's a desert made of sand -sorrow-

it's my glory in a jail

Ay jail, ay jail

ay sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow!

• Artist:Lola Flores