Pena, Penita, Pena (Homenaje a Lola Flores)

If in the sky I had power
This dark night, as deep as 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 ropes
For your freedom

Oh, sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow -sorrow-
Sorrow of my heart
That runs through my veins -sorrow-
With the strength of a cyclone!
It's the same as a cloudy
Of darkness and flint
It's a wild horse
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 palms
I want them to let me cry your sorrows
And be by your side, my dear love
Drinking the tears of your flamenco songs
My eyes hurt from looking without seeing you
I deny myself
My April roses are to blame
For your misfortune

Oh, sorrow, little sorrow, sorrow -sorrow-
Sorrow of my heart
That runs through my veins -sorrow-
With the strength of a cyclone!
It's the same as a cloudy
Of darkness and flint
It's a wild horse
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!