La Calandria
Maria Jose Quintanilla
The Sparrow
In a golden cage,
Hanging from the balcony,
There was a sparrow,
Singing its sorrow.
Until a little sparrow,
Arrived at its cage,
'If you can get me out,
I'll go with you.'
And the poor little sparrow,
Fell in love with her,
And as best he could,
He broke the wires.
And the ungrateful sparrow,
After he freed her,
As soon as she was free,
She flew, flew, and flew.
The poor little sparrow,
Still followed her,
To see if she would fulfill
What she promised.
The wicked sparrow,
Replied to him:
'I don't know you
Nor have I been caught.'
And sadly the little sparrow,
Then returned,
He stood on an apple tree,
Cried, cried, and cried.
And now in that cage,
Hanging from the balcony,
The little sparrow is found,
Singing its passion.
In a golden cage,
Hanging from the balcony,
There was a sparrow,
Singing its sorrow.
Until a little sparrow,
Arrived at its cage,
'If you can get me out,
I'll go with you.'
And the poor little sparrow,
Fell in love with her,
And as best he could,
He broke the wires.
And the ungrateful sparrow,
After he freed her,
As soon as she was free,
She flew, flew, and flew.
