Paroles et traduction Los Fugitivos - Pajarillo

Pajarillo

Maquillaje a granel
Usaba a diario y vendía la piel
A precio caro de las 8 alas 10
En una esquina era joven y fiel
La 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
No supo nada

Cinco inviernos pasaron
Y ahí seguía la misma hora de ayer
La misma esquina era joven y fiel
Y aun tenia la rosa de su piel
Y mas grande la espina
Sonreía al pasar de los mirones
Bajo de aquel farol noche tras noche
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
No supo nada

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 de las 8 a las 10
Solo en las esquina se quedo aquel farol
Y aquella esquina la rosa no sello
Donde se iría y 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
No supo nada

Little Bird

Makeup in bulk
She applied daily and sold her skin
At high prices from 8 to 10
On a corner, she was young and faithful
The rose and thorn, but her name I don't know
I never learned, I never asked
I never spent her time or her skin
I was a brat and only looked
From window to window

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Vendor of love
Offering herself to the highest bidder
She knew nothing

Five winters passed
And she was still there at the same hour as before
On the same corner, she was young and faithful
And still had the rose on her skin
And a bigger thorn
She smiled as the onlookers passed
Beneath that streetlight, night after night
Twenty times they took her prisoner
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
Vendor of love
Offering herself to the highest bidder
She knew nothing

Her skin wrinkled
And makeup was no longer enough
To hide the mark it left
The sixth winter, her color was gone
And even the breath from 8 to 10
Only that streetlight remained on the corner
And that corner the rose did not seal
Where she might have gone, her name I don't know, and she smiled

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Vendor of love
Offering herself to the highest bidder
She knew nothing