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 y fiel
Era rosa y espina
Y se llamaba no se
Nunca lo supe
Nunca le pregunte
Nunca dispuse
De su tiempo y su piel
Era un mocoso
Y tan solo le mire
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
Misma hora de ayer
La misma esquina
Era joven y fiel
Y aun tenia la rosa de su piel
Y mas grande la espina
Y sonreía al pasar
De los mirones
Bajo de aquel farol
Noche tras noche
Y veinte veces se la
Llevaron presa
Y canto 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 arrugo la piel
Y el maquillaje
Suficiente no fue
Para taparle
La huella que dejo
El sexto invierno
Se le acabo el color
Y hasta el aliento
Y de las ocho a las diez
Solo en la esquina
Se quedo aquel farol
Y aquella esquina
La rosa no sello
Donde seria
Se llamaba... No se
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
Little Bird
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