El Pajarillo

She used bulk makeup daily
And sold her skin at a high price
Of the eight wings dies
in a corner she was young and faithful
She was rose and thorn and her name was nose
I never knew, never asked
Never had her time and her skin
She was a brat and I only looked at her
From well to well
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
And offering to the highest bidder
Of her tune
(and there you go, little one, so you remember)
5 winters passed and there she was
the same hour as yesterday
the same corner
the rose did not blind where she would go
her name was nose
and she smiled and smiled as the onlookers passed by
under that lamppost night after night
and several times they took her prisoner
and she sang her song behind the bars
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
And offering to the highest bidder
Of her tune
Her skin wrinkled
And the makeup was not enough
To cover the mark she left
The sixth winter and the color ran out
And even the breath
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
And offering to the highest bidder
Of her tune
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
And offering to the highest bidder
Of her tune