Pajarillo [English translation]

She wore heavily applied make up every day

and she sold herself at the highest price

from 8 to 10 on a corner, she was young and determined.

She was a rose and a thorn and her name: I don't know,

I never found out, I never asked her,

I never spent time with her nor what she offered,

I was a snot-nosed brat and I only watched her

go from well to well.

And she was a little bird with white wings

that flew from balcony to balcony,

that flew from square to square,

she was a seller of love,

offering up to the highest bidder her tune.

Five winters passed and she was still there

at her usual time, on the same corner, she was young and determined.

And her skin was still as rosy

and her thorn was just as sharp and she smiled as she passed by

the onlookers beneath that streetlight.

Night after night, she was arrested twenty times

and she sang her song behind bars.

And she was a little bird with white wings

that flew from balcony to balcony,

that flew from square to square,

she was a seller of love,

offering up to the highest bidder her tune.

Her skin grew wrinkled and the makeup wasn't enough

to cover the mark left behind by her sixth winter,

she ran out of color even ran out of breath

and from 8 to 10 only that streetlamp remained

and that thorn, that thorn, I don't know -

I don't know where she went nor her name: I don't know,

and she smiled....

And she was a little bird with white wings

that flew from balcony to balcony,

that flew from square to square,

she was a seller of love,

offering up to the highest bidder her tune.

And she was a little bird with white wings

that flew from balcony to balcony,

that flew from square to square,

she was a seller of love,

offering up to the highest bidder her tune.