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Calabozo de Mis Penas

Por fin lo estabamos buscando dese preso,
No me lleven por favor
A llegado el lunes y usted tenia que caer...
El lunes por la mañana me tomaron prisionero
Me llevaron a la cárcel al calabozo primero
Salgo al patio miro al cielo y de un suspiro
Donde esta mi libertad que tan joven la he perdido.
Calabozo de mis penas
Sepultura de hombres vivos
Donde se muestran ingratos los amigos más queridos
El domingo en la mañana triste me desayuna
*Con un millón de suspiros que el calabozo temblaba (Bis*)
Qué triste es la vida vivir tras las rejas
Pobre mi madre adorada, pobre mis hijitos
Mi esposa querida que hará sin mí...
Me acerque a la dura reja para ver algún amigo
Solo vi a mi podre madre, que muy afligida estaba
Ella dueña de mis penas, pobrecita madre mía
Ella llora inconsolable por mi suerte noche y día.
Ya me hicieron el jurado con todo el fuerte rigor
Cumpliré larga condena tras la reja del dolor
Oye mujer de mi vida no me vengas a llorar
*Ya que no me quitas penas no me las vengas a dar (Bis*)
El lunes por la mañana me tomaron prisionero
Me llevaron a la cárcel al calabozo primero
Salgo al patio miro al cielo y de un suspiro
Donde esta mi libertad que tan joven la he perdido.
Calabozo de mis penas
Sepultura de hombres vivos
Donde se muestran ingratos los amigos más queridos
El domingo en la mañana triste me desayuna
*Con un millón de suspiros que el calabozo temblaba (Bis*)

Dungeon of My Sorrows

If at last you came looking for me, my jailer,
Please don’t take me away
Monday has come and it’s time for you to fall...
They took me prisoner on Monday morning
They took me to jail, and then to the dungeon
I go into the yard and look up at the sky with a sigh
Where is that freedom, that I lost at such a young age?
Dungeon of my sorrows
Buried alive in this cell
My closest friend didn’t show their face, they turned their back
On Sunday morning, breakfast is a bitter cup to swallow
*With a million sighs that shook the dungeon walls (Repeat*)
How sad it is to have to live behind bars
Poor Mother, dear, my poor children
What will my darling wife do without me there...
I step up to the iron bars, searching for a friendly face
All I see is my poor mother, with such a worried look on her face
She knows my sadness, my sweet mother
She cries inconsolably for my cruel fate, all day and all night.
They brought forth the jury with their wrath
I’ll spend a long time sentenced behind these bars of pain
Oh love, don’t come here crying to me
*You can't stop my sentence, so don't let it be (Repeat*)
They took me prisoner on Monday morning
They took me to jail, and then to the dungeon
I go into the yard and look up at the sky with a sigh
Where is that freedom, that I lost at such a young age?
Dungeon of my sorrows
Buried alive in this cell
My closest friend didn’t show their face, they turned their back
On Sunday morning, breakfast is a bitter cup to swallow
*With a million sighs that shook the dungeon walls (Repeat*)