Una Historia De Amor
Alegre siempre cantaba
el gorrión en su rama
esperando a su princesa.
Ella una linda canaria,
tan bonita que ni el viento
se atrevía a cortejarla.
Con el cante, sus "te quieros",
sus piropos y sus versos
como poeta cantaba
regalando poesías
que al salir las golondrinas
no sabéis como envidiaba.
Y ella se hacía la celosa
y el gorrioncillo volaba
por una rosa.
Una historia de amor que se vivió con un sueño.
Y volaban libres dibujando un cielo de besos.
Fueron tantas las caricias que quedaron olvidadas,
y el recuerdo de un adios en su mirada.
Y es aquel gorrión
que se siente aquí en mi alma.
A Love Story
Always cheerful he sang
the sparrow on his branch
waiting for his princess.
She a beautiful canary,
so pretty that not even the wind
dared to court her.
With his singing, his 'I love yous',
his compliments and his verses
he sang like a poet
giving away poems
that the swallows envied
as they flew out.
And she pretended to be jealous
and the little sparrow flew away
for a rose.
A love story that was lived with a dream.
And they flew freely drawing a sky of kisses.
There were so many caresses that were forgotten,
and the memory of a goodbye in their gaze.
And it's that sparrow
that I feel here in my soul.