Текст и перевод песни Parrita - A la Niña Cecilia
La
niña
era
de
cuna
era
hija
de
Papa
You
were
born
into
wealth,
a
daughter
of
the
Pope
Componía
sus
poemas
con
estilo
y
libertad
You
crafted
your
poems
with
elegance
and
freedom
La
nota
de
su
guitarra
demostraba
su
bondad
Your
masterful
guitar
playing
revealed
your
kind
heart
Tenía
alma
de
poeta
no
se
pudo
consagrar
Though
you
possessed
the
soul
of
a
poet,
you
were
never
recognized
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