Ay, Pena Penita Pena

If in the sky I had power
This dark night like a well
With a little moon knife
I would cut the irons of your dungeon
If I were queen of the daylight
Of the wind and the sea
I would wear slave cords
For your freedom

Oh, sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow -sorrow-
Sorrow of my heart
That runs through my veins -sorrow-
With the force of a cyclone!
It's the same as a cloudy
Of darkness and flint
It's a runaway colt
That doesn't know where it's going
It's a desert of sand -sorrow-
It's my glory in a penitentiary
Oh, penitentiary! Oh, penitentiary!
Oh, sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow!

I don't want flowers, money, or fame
I want them to let me cry your sorrows
And be by your side, darling of my soul
Drinking the tears of your soleares
My eyes hurt from looking without seeing you
I renounce myself
My April roses are to blame
For your misfortune