Pajarillo

Bulk makeup
I used it daily
And he sold his skin
At an expensive price
From eight to ten
In a corner
He was young and faithful
It was rose and thorn
And his name was I don't know
I never knew
I never asked him
I never had
Of his time and his skin
He was a brat
And I just looked at him
From well to well

And it was a little bird
Of white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
Offerer
For the highest bidder
From his tune

Five winters passed
And there it continued
Same time as yesterday
The same corner
He was young and faithful
And she still had the rose of her skin
And the thorn is bigger
And smiled as he passed by
From the voyeurs
Under that lantern
Night after night
And twenty times it is said
They took prisoner
And I sing his song
Behind bars

And it was a little bird
Of white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
Offerer
For the highest bidder
From his tune

His skin wrinkled
And the makeup
It was not enough
To cover it up
The mark I leave
The sixth winter
The color is gone
And even the breath

And from eight to ten
Alone in the corner
That lantern remained
And that corner
The rose did not seal
Where would it be?
His name was... I don't know
And he smiled

And it was a little bird
Of white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Seller of love
Offerer
For the highest bidder
From his tune