Vuela, Vuela Pajarito
Mundo Bita
Fly, Fly Little Bird
Fly, fly, little bird fly
Through the skies of this deep blue sky
The Sun burns its back
While gliding in the strong northern wind
It lands on a wire to whistle
In the afternoon some are flying
Crossing clouds made of cotton
Flying over the houses
Going up, going down, spinning, doing stunts
Returning to the nest to rest
Fly, fly, reach the sky
Like a paper airplane
Go up, go up like a balloon
Life is about enjoying everything
Fly, fly, reach the sky
Like a paper airplane
Go up, go up like a balloon
Life is about enjoying everything
