Lyrics and translation José Maria Napoleón feat. Luis Humberto Navejas - Pajarillo

Pajarillo

Maquillaje a granel
Usaba a diario, y vendía la 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 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 a la misma hora de ayer
La misma esquina, era joven y fiel
Y aún tenía la rosa de su piel
Y más grande la 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

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 acabo el color
Y hasta el aliento

Y de las ocho a las diez
Sólo en la esquina, se quedó aquel farol
Y aquella espina, la rosa no sé yo
Donde 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

Sparrow

Thick makeup
She used every day, and she sold her skin
At a high price, from eight to ten
On a street corner
She was young and faithful
She was a rose and a thorn

And her name was
I don't know, I never knew
I never asked her
I never had time for her and her skin
I was a brat and just looked at her
From one abyss to another

And she was a sparrow with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from plaza to plaza
Seller of love, vendor
For the highest bidder
Of her tune

Five winters passed
And there she was at the same time as yesterday
The same street corner, she was young and faithful
And she still had the rose of her skin
And the bigger the thorn

And she smiled as she passed
From the onlookers, under that lamppost
Night after night, twenty times they took her away
And she sang her song, behind bars

She was a sparrow with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from plaza to plaza
Seller of love
Vendor, for the highest bidder
Of her tune

Her skin wrinkled
And makeup was not enough
To cover the mark it left
The sixth winter, she lost her color
And even her breath

And from eight to ten
Only on the street corner, that lamppost remained
And that thorn, the rose I don't know where
She would have gone, she was called
I don't know, and she smiled

And she was a sparrow with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from plaza to plaza,
Vendor of love, vendor
For the highest bidder of her tune