El Pajarillo
Los Cadetes de Linares
The Little Bird
Bulk makeup used daily
And he sold his skin at a high price
From eight to ten on a corner
He was an unfaithful young man, he was a rose and a thorn
And it was called I don't know, I never knew
I never asked him, I never arranged
From his time in his skin he was a brat
And I just looked at him from well to well
And it was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, offerer
For the highest bidder of your tune
Five winters passed and there it was still
Same time yesterday, same corner
She was young and faithful and still had the rose of her skin
And the thorn is bigger
And he smiled as he passed by the onlookers
I come down from that lantern, night after night
Twenty times they took her prisoner
And he sang his song, behind bars
And it was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, offerer
For the highest bidder of your tune
His skin wrinkled
And the makeup wasn't enough to cover it
The mark left by the sixth winter
He ran out of color and even his breath.
And from eight to ten alone on the corner
That lantern stayed
And that thorn the rose sealed it, where would it go?
His name was, I don't know and he smiled
And it was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, offerer
For the highest bidder of your tune
