Ay, Pena, Penita

If I had the power in the sky,
This dark night like a deep well,
With a little knife of moonlight,
I’d cut the chains of your prison cell.
If you were the queen of the daylight,
Of the wind and the sea,
I’d wrap myself in slave cords tight
For your freedom, you see.

Oh, pain, little pain, pain, pain,
Pain of my heart,
That runs through my veins, pain,
With the force of a cyclone.
It’s like a cloudy sky
Of darkness and flint.
It’s a wild stallion
That doesn’t know where to sprint.
It’s a desert of sand, pain,
It’s my glory of a pain, oh, pain, oh, pain!
Oh, pain, little pain, pain!

I don’t want flowers, money, or palms,
I just want to cry your sorrows,
And be by your side, my soul’s charm,
Drinking in the tears of your sorrows.
My eyes ache from looking without seeing you,
I curse my fate,
For they’re to blame for your bad luck,
My roses of April.

Oh, pain, little pain, pain, pain,
Pain of my heart,
That runs through my veins, pain,
With the force of a cyclone.
It’s like a cloudy sky
Of darkness and flint.
It’s a wild stallion
That doesn’t know where to sprint.
It’s a desert of sand, pain,
It’s my glory of a pain, oh, pain, oh, pain!
Oh, pain, little pain, pain!