Here we show you the English Translation of “Ana Mile Grupo Niche”. Lyrics translated from Spanish to English.
About This Song
Artist: Grupo Niche
Song: Ana Mile Grupo Niche
Genres: Salsa
Ana Mile Grupo Niche English Translation
Ana Mile, you’re not to blame
You’re not at fault
That your child is crying
And his father doesn’t fulfill
Ana Mile, you’re not to blame
You’re not at fault
That your child is crying
And his father doesn’t fulfill
It was your young innocent womanhood
That let you be convinced
And the advice your mother
Gave you one day
You didn’t know how to obey
Because like Pedro in his own home
That man wandered around
With laughter he deceived you
He stole your heart
And what you and I planned
To do in the future
In dreams it all disappeared
When that man entered our home
There’s a path of sharp-edged stone
And the revenge that destiny gives
A ray of hope runs and reaches
Justice is above, the balance lies there
Strong and proud, keep living your life
Don’t stop, girl, it’s not over yet
The strong hand that avoided you today
Tender and secure appears and you smile
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
My girl, don’t cry
Don’t cry anymore
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry anymore
No, please
(I paint little birds in the air)
(I paint little birds in the air)
And he never returned
(I paint little birds in the air)
All the good stayed with you
(I paint little birds in the air)
Your sister, your dad, your mom, your grandma
(I paint little birds in the air)
Wherever the old Estela knows, she’ll die
(I paint little birds in the air)
You, her adoration
(I paint little birds in the air)
Ana Mile, Ana Mile, Ana Mile
(I paint little birds in the air)
(I paint little birds in the air)
A madhouse our home became
(I paint little birds in the air)
With everything he promised me
(I paint little birds in the air)
And all the gray hairs I have were worthless
(I paint little birds in the air)
Movies over here, clubs over there
(I paint little birds in the air)
A trip to Japan, a trip to Miami
(I paint little birds in the air)
And in the end the jester got away with it
(I paint little birds in the air)
Like in fairy tales, everything turned to nothing
(I paint little birds in the air)