Canela

For a little taste of Canela's lips
Tiny from the hill patiently waits
For his turn to come
With deep nerves
As it's the first time life tastes her

With her, Don Jacinto takes his time
Spending every penny without remorse
And Doña Toña waits for him
Dressed in Eve's attire
Drowning her bad taste in a bottle

Cinnamon, Cinnamon, your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, Cinnamon, feed her
And tell her to paint smiles
On the faces of sad men
And maybe your girl won't cry anymore
Where are you, Mom?

Richie from the neighborhood hallucinates her
He's the son of the corner store owner
With his leather jacket
Splurging his money
But at least he leaves a good tip

Camilo, who has loved her since they were very young
Takes what he has to the pawnshop
And now pays for her kisses
And now buys her caresses
While outside the line grows quickly

Cinnamon, Cinnamon, your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, Cinnamon, feed her
And tell her to paint smiles
On the faces of sad men
And maybe your girl won't cry anymore

Where are you, Mom?

And maybe your girl won't cry anymore

Cinnamon, Cinnamon, what is inherited is not stolen
Don't teach your girl what your mother taught you
Tell her to paint smiles
On the faces of sad men
And maybe your girl won't cry anymore

Cinnamon, Cinnamon, your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, Cinnamon, feed her
And if in heaven they forgive you and one day give you wings
Oh Cinnamon, you'll fly over her and tell her...
Here's Mom