La Pajarera
Bertín Y Lalo
The Birdcage
When the loving season arrives
Where the birds happily sing
Let's go, my dear Rosita
To listen to these sweet songs
Here I bring the nets, Rosita
To see how many I can catch
Little birds that sing joyfully
They will be paid a good price
A goldfinch bird has fallen
A wild bird has fallen
A couple of sparrows have fallen
The hawk prisoner has fallen
When you go to Mexico, Rosita
To sell them in the capital
Five pesos will be the lowest price
That they can be worth over there
If a lady asks you as you pass by
If they are wild birds
You will tell her that their land is not here
That you bring them from a warm land
Rosita is leaving and retiring
She says goodbye with pleasure and eagerness
I am, gentlemen, the bird seller
Who among you will go with her?
