Pájaro de rodillas [English translation]

Singer who sings is a bird

seed filled breast

singing in the tavern

or with a voice very ill

never sing on its knees

You can see it its

yellow wings flapping

with shut eyes

and tired heart

never more on its knees

never more on its knees

The bird cannot

standing on its bracket

or in the highest branch

or in the humble quack grass

come down on its knees

I speak of the bird

and its cute song

that may be born truth

that may be born dead

but not on its knees

but not on its knees

There is no true chant

or so simple a song

that to truly deliver

the bird would sing

and would bring the bird

to its knees

And it is not the chant

I defend

but the tiny paper bird

that sings a trill

and morrow a blunder

never more on its knees

never more on its knees

And that sings to the tyrant

who is bird not and is naught

but a reptile in the swamp

only to the master it clucks

on his very bent knee

Singer who sings is a bird

seed filled breast

singing in the tavern

or with a voice very ill

never sing on its knees