La cadernera [English translation]

Going toward the orchards, the brambles

Are as fresh as the first rose of the season.

When the Spring sun rises anew,

All the goldfinch's songs can be heard...

Scent of tender myrtle and wormwood

From where you'd follow, hopping, the greenfinch;

The laurel leaf, at the lightful dawn,

Was all painted with silver droplets.

The goldfinch shall never sing again

From the brambles, all covered in dew.

It shall never sing again... It shan't sing:

The joy has left the little path!

And you'd sing, cheerfully wagging your tail,

Following the chaffinch from bush to bush,

'Till one very unfortunate day,

When you fell in a man's trap!

And he has locked you in a prison made out of reeds,

For you sing and bring cheer... The housewife says,

Since she doesn't know the pain in your heart:

"There are some people who laugh where there's nothing but sorrow..."

The goldfinch shall never sing again

From the brambles, all covered in dew.

It shall never sing again... It shan't sing:

The joy has left the little path!