Paroles et traduction Pancho de la Fuente - Pajarillo / Me Llamas (Live)

Pajarillo / Me Llamas (Live)

Maquillaje a granel usaba a diario
Y vendía su piel a precio caro,
De las ocho a las diez en una esquina
Era joven e infiel, era rosa y espina
Y se llamaba no sé, nunca lo supe,
Nunca le pregunte, nunca dispuse
De su tiempo en 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.

Se le arrugó la piel,
Que el maquillaje suficiente no fue para taparle
La huella que dejó el sexto invierno,
Se le acabó el color y hasta el aliento,
Y de las ocho a las diez solo en la esquina
Se quedó aquel farol,
Y aquella espina la rosa lo selló ¿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.

Me llamas
Para decirte que te marchas
Que ya no aguantas mas
Que ya estas harta
De verme cada dia
De compartir su cama
De domingo de futbol
De vida en casa
Y dicen que el amor
Igual que llega pasa
Y el tuyo se marcho
Por la ventana
Y que encontro un lugar
En otro cama

Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmin
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste
Lo estrenas hoy
Y sales a la calle
Buscando amor

Y dicen que el amor
Igual que llega pasa
Y el tuyo se marcho
Por la ventana
Y que encontro un lugar
En otro cama

Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmin
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste
Lo estrenas hoy
Y sales a la calle
Buscando amor

Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmin
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste
Lo estrenas hoy
Y sales a la calle
Buscando amor

Little Bird / You Call Me (Live)

She used to wear heavy makeup every day
And she sold her skin for a high price,
From eight to ten on a corner
She was young and unfaithful, she was a rose and a thorn
And she called herself I don't know, I never knew,
I never asked her, I never had
Any of her time, on her skin I was a kid
And I just looked at it well after well

And she was a little bird with white wings,
From balcony to balcony, from square to square,
Seller of love, offeror,
For the highest bidder of her tune.

Her skin wrinkled,
That enough makeup wasn't enough to cover it
The mark left by the sixth winter,
She ran out of color and even breath,
And from eight to ten only in the corner
That lantern remained,
And that thorn, the rose sealed, where would it go?
She called herself... I don't know... and smiled

And she was a little bird with white wings,
From balcony to balcony, from square to square,
Seller of love, offeror,
For the highest bidder of her tune.

You Call Me
To tell you that you're leaving
That you can't take it anymore
That you're already fed up
Of seeing me every day
Of sharing your bed
Of football on Sunday
Of home life
And they say that love
Passes by just as it arrives
And yours left
Through the window
And that it found a place
In another bed

And you've painted your smile carmine
And you've put on the purse I gave you
And that dress you never wore
You're wearing it today
And you go out into the street
Looking for love

And they say that love
Passes by just as it arrives
And yours left
Through the window
And that it found a place
In another bed

And you've painted your smile carmine
And you've put on the purse I gave you
And that dress you never wore
You're wearing it today
And you go out into the street
Looking for love

And you've painted your smile carmine
And you've put on the purse I gave you
And that dress you never wore
You're wearing it today
And you go out into the street
Looking for love