Calandria Vieja

Silva in the forest sings in the ranch
Like the pampero makes itself heard
From the goldfinch to the carancho
She wants to imitate them all
In her plumage of black wings
White spots and the body
Gray, I think she cheers up the countryside
And sings happily in the pen

Poor calandria, so defenseless but with so much loyalty
Oh, if men loved freedom so much with their shame
She doesn't sing if she's locked up in captivity, she shouldn't exist
Poor calandria, she fell silent and I saw her die in my arms

I kept in my soul all her chirps
That she used to give in my place
Pecking at greasy meat and crumbs
When I only knew how to have lunch
Without realizing while she sang
The iserrendia was tame in a drawer
And I liked it when she imitated Mr. Sparrow

Poor calandria so defenseless, but with so much loyalty
Oh, if men with their shame
Loved freedom so much, let her whistle, let her sing
Let her fly freely, just let her
What a dignified example, to live in captivity
Never, never a dignified example
To live in captivity, never, never