Paroles et traduction La Adictiva Banda San José de Mesillas - 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

Y así suena La Adictiviva

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

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 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 y 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

Little Bird

Tons of makeup
She wore every day, and she sold her skin
For a high price, from eight to ten
On the corner

She was young and true
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 with her or her skin
I was a brat and I just watched her
From down the street

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Selling love, offering it up
To the highest bidder
Of her tune

And this is how La Adictiva's Band plays

Five winters passed
And there she was, at the same time as yesterday
The same corner, she was young and true
And she still had the rose of her skin
And the thorn was bigger
And she smiled as she passed
The onlookers, under that streetlight
Night after night, they took her away to jail twenty times
And she sang her song, behind the bars

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Selling love
Offering it up, to the highest bidder
Of her tune

Her skin became wrinkled
And enough makeup wasn't enough
To cover up the mark that the road left
The sixth winter, she ran out of color
And even her breath
And from eight to ten
Only that streetlight was left on the corner
And that thorn, the rose I don't know
Where it went and what its 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
Selling love, offering it up
To the highest bidder of her tune