Ay Pena, Penita, Pena
Albert Hammond
Oh Pain, Little Pain, Pain
If I had the power in the sky
This dark night like a pit
With a little knife of moonlight
I’d cut the chains of your prison
If I were the queen of the daylight
Of the wind and the sea
I’d wrap myself in slave cords
For your freedom
Oh, pain, little pain, pain, pain
Pain of my heart
That runs through my veins, pain
With the force of a cyclone!
It’s just like a cloud
Of darkness and flint
It’s a wild stallion
That doesn’t know where it’s going
It’s a desert of sand, pain
It’s my glory, it’s my suffering
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, darling of my soul
Drinking in the tears of your heartaches
My eyes hurt from looking without seeing you
I curse myself
For the blame of 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 just like a cloud
Of darkness and flint
It’s a wild stallion
That doesn’t know where it’s going
