Текст и перевод песни Napoleon - 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.

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

She used to wear her makeup heavily
And she used to sell her body for a high price
From eight to ten at a street corner
She was young and faithful, she was both a rose and a thorn
And I think her name was... I never knew
I never asked, I never had
Her time or her body, I was just a kid
And I just watched her from afar.

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Selling love, offering herself
To the highest bidder of her song.

Five winters passed and she was still there
At the same time yesterday, at the same street corner
She was young and faithful, and she still had
The rose of her skin and a bigger thorn
And she smiled as she passed the onlookers
Under that streetlight, night after night
Twenty times she was taken away
And she sang her song behind bars.

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Selling love, offering herself
To the highest bidder of her song.

Her skin became wrinkled and her makeup
Wasn't enough to cover up
The mark left by the sixth winter
Her color was gone and her breath too
And from eight to ten, only at the street corner
That streetlight and that thorn remained
I don't know where the rose went
Her 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 herself
To the highest bidder of her song.

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Selling love, offering herself
To the highest bidder of her song