El Pajarillo
Maquillaje a granel, usaba a diario
Y vendía su piel a precio caro
De las ocho a las diez en una esquina
Era joven infiel, era rosa y espina
Y se llamaba, no sé, nunca lo supe
Nunca le pregunté, nunca dispuse
De su tiempo y su piel, era un mocoso
Y tan solo le miré de pozo en pozo
Y era un pajarillo de blancas alas
De balcón en balcón, de plaza en plaza
Vendedora de amor, ofrecedora
Para el mejor postor de su tonada
Cinco inviernos pasaron y ahí seguía
La misma hora de ayer, la misma esquina
Era joven y fiel, y aún tenía la rosa de su piel
Y más grande de espina
Y sonreía al pasar de los mirones
Bajo de aquel farol, noche tras noche
Veinte veces se la llevaron presa
Y cantó su canción tras de las rejas
Y era un pajarillo de blancas alas
De balcón en balcón, de plaza en plaza
Vendedora de amor, ofrecedora
Para el mejor postor de su tonada
Se le arrugó la piel
Y el maquillaje suficiente no fue para taparle
La huella que dejó el sexto invierno
Se le acabó el color y hasta el aliento
Y de las ocho a las diez, solo en la esquina
Se quedó aquel farol y aquella espina
La rosa no sé yo dónde se iría
Se llamaba, no sé, y sonreía
Y era un pajarillo de blancas alas
De balcón en balcón, de plaza en plaza
Vendedora de amor, ofrecedora
Para el mejor postor de su tonada
The Little Bird
Makeup by the gallon, she wore it daily
And sold her skin for a high price
From eight to ten on a corner
She was a young unfaithful, a rose and a thorn
And her name was, I don’t know, I never knew
I never asked, never had the chance
To know her time and her skin, she was a kid
And I just looked at her from hole to hole
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, provider
For the highest bidder of her tune
Five winters passed and she was still there
The same hour as yesterday, the same corner
She was young and faithful, still had the rose of her skin
And a bigger thorn
And she smiled at the passersby
Under that streetlight, night after night
Twenty times they took her captive
And she sang her song behind bars
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, provider
For the highest bidder of her tune
Her skin got wrinkled
And the makeup wasn’t enough to cover
The mark left by the sixth winter
Her color faded and even her breath
And from eight to ten, alone on the corner
That streetlight and that thorn remained
I don’t know where the rose went
Her name was, I don’t know, and she smiled
And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, provider
For the highest bidder of her tune