Текст и перевод песни José María Napoleón - 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
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
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

Bulky makeup
She used every day
And sold her flesh
At a high price
From eight to ten
On a corner
She was young and faithful
She was rose and thorn
And she was called
I don't know
I never knew
I never asked her
I never had
Her time and her skin
I was a kid
And I just looked at her
From well to well

And she was a little bird
With white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Vendor of love
Offerer
To the highest bidder
Of her tune

Five winters passed
And there she was
The same time as yesterday
The same corner
She was young and faithful
And she still had
The rose of her skin
And the bigger the thorn
And she smiled as I passed
Of the onlookers
Under that lamppost
Night after night
Twenty times they
Took her prisoner
And she sang her song
Behind bars
And she was a little bird
With white wings
From balcony to balcony
From square to square
Vendor of love
Offerer
To the highest bidder
Of her tune.

Her skin wrinkled
And the makeup
Wasn't enough
To cover up
The mark left
By the sixth winter
She ran out of color
And even her breath
And from eight to ten
Just on the corner
There was just that lamppost
And that thorn
The rose I don't know
Where it would go
She was called 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
Offerer
To the highest bidder
Of her tune