El Niño y El Canario

The canary was a beauty and its owner was a little boy
Who diligently watched over the singer's care
It was a beautiful specimen of a damask color
It was a resigned prisoner to the mission of singing

It was touching to hear from its melodious throat
The deep note that cries in constant supplication
Its singing indicated that it was suffering anguish
Because in the absence of joy, its flute was a sorrow

One day, its owner, the innocent little boy who used to be enraptured
By observing the splendors of such divine colors and such beautiful singing
Took his complaints to the sky because, trapped on the cage's bars of the small prison
In slow and sad agony, his faithful canary was dying without understanding the reason

Overwhelmed by deep sorrow, tears rose to his eyes and with childlike emotion
He took the prisoner out of the cage; he placed a kiss from his mouth on the pink plumage
And in his trembling hand, a rose fell asleep that had a heart

The wooden box, the same that contained
The same that contained a little colored pencil
Was the final resting place of the one who in his life was
Of the one who in his life was his most precious treasure

And in the garden of his house, at a very short distance
At a very short distance from a legendary walnut tree
The poor creature cried; the poor creature cried
While digging the grave of his unmatched singer