Carlos Ponce — Canela song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Canela" by Carlos Ponce.
Lyrics
Por una probadita de los labios de canela
Chiquito de la loma con paciencia espera
A que le toque su turno, con unos nervios profundos
Pues es la primera vez que la vida prueba
Con ella don Jacinto se toma su tiempo
Se gasta cada quinto sin remordimiento
Y doa Toa lo espera vestida en traje de Eva
Ahogando su mal sabor en una botella
Canela, Canela tu nia tiene hambre
Canela, Canela, ay dale de comer
Y dile que pintas sonrisas en las caras de los hombres tristes
Y asi talvez tu nia ya no llorar
Dnde ests mam
Riquito, ricachn del barrio la alucina
Es hijo de la duea de la tienda de la esquina
Con su chaqueta de cuero derrochando su dinero
Pero por lo menos deja buena propina
Danilo que la quiere desde que era muy pequeo
Se lleva lo que tiene para la casa de empeo
Y ahora compra sus carisias
Mientras afuera la fila crece de prisa
Canela, Canela tu nia tiene hambre
Canela, Canela ay dale de comer
Y dile que pintas sonrisas en las caras de los hombres tristes
Y asi talvez tu nia ya no llorar
Y asi talvez tu nia ya no llorar
Canela, Canela lo que se hereda no se hurta
No enseas a tu nia lo que te enseo tu madre
Tu dile que pintas sonrisas en las caras de los hombres tristes
Y asi talvez tu nia ya no llorar
Canela, Canela tu nia tiene hambre
Canela, Canela, ay dale de comer
Y si en el cielo te perdonan
Y algn dia te regalan alas
Ay Canela sobre ella volars
Y le dirs, aqu est mam
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Lyrics translation
For a little taste of cinnamon lips
Little boy of the hill with patience awaits
To take his turn, with deep nerves
For it is the first time life has tried
With her don Jacinto takes his time
It is spent every fifth without remorse
And doa Toa is waiting for him dressed in Eva's costume
Drowning its bad taste in a bottle
Cinnamon, cinnamon your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, cinnamon, Oh feed him
And tell him that you paint smiles on the faces of sad men
And so maybe your nia no longer cry
Dnde is mam
Riquito, ricachn del barrio La alucina
He's the son of the owner of the corner store.
With his leather jacket wasting his money
But at least leave a good tip
Danilo who loves her since she was very little
He takes what he has for the House of empeo
And now he buys his charisias
While outside the row grows in a hurry
Cinnamon, cinnamon your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, cinnamon Oh, feed him
And tell him that you paint smiles on the faces of sad men
And so maybe your nia no longer cry
And so maybe your nia no longer cry
Cinnamon, cinnamon what is inherited is not stolen
You don't teach your child what your mother taught you
You tell him you paint smiles on the faces of sad men
And so maybe your nia no longer cry
Cinnamon, cinnamon your girl is hungry
Cinnamon, cinnamon, Oh feed him
And if in heaven they forgive you
And some day they give you wings
Ay cinnamon on it fly
Y le dirs, here is mam
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