Jorge Cafrune Y Marito — El Niño y el Canario song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Niño y el Canario" by Jorge Cafrune Y Marito.
Lyrics
Era el canario un primor
Y era su dueño un pequeño
Que velaba con empeño
Los cuidados del cantor
Era un hermoso ejemplar
De color anaranjado
Era un preso resignado
A la mision de cantar
Era muy lindo escuchar
De su garganta sonora
La nota grave que llora
En un constante rolar
Daba a entender su trinar
Que alguna angustia sufría
Porque falto de alegria
Era su canto un penar
Un cierto dia su dueño
Al candoroso pequeño
Que se solia extasiar
Al observar los fulgores
De tan divinos colores
Y tan bonito cantar
Llegó hasta el cielo su queja
Porque vencido a la reja
De la pequeña prisión
En nostalgica agonía
Su fiel canario, moría
Sin comprender la razón
Presa de un ondo quebranto
Sumió sus ojos en llanto
Y con infante emociòn
Quitò de la jaula al preso
Posò con su boca un beso
Sobre el rosado plumaje
Y en su mano temblorosa
Quedó dormida una rosa, que tenía corazón
La cajita de madera,(bis)
La misma que contuviera
Lapicitos de color
Fue la morada postrera
De aquel que en su vida fuera (bis)
Su mas preciado valor
Y en el jardìn de su casa,(bis)
A distancia muy escasa de un legendario nogal
Lloró, la pobre criatura (bis)
Al cabar la sepultura de su canario cantor
Lyrics translation
Was the Canary a first
And he owned it a little
Who watched with determination
The care of the singer
It was a beautiful specimen
Orange
He was a resigned prisoner.
To the mission of chanting
It was very nice to hear
From his sound throat
The serious note that cries
In a constant roll
He implied his trinar
That some anguish suffered
Because I lack joy
It was his singing a penar
One day its owner
To the little whitewash
That he used to rave
By observing the flashes
Of such divine colours
And so nice to sing
His complaint reached heaven
Because beaten to the fence
From the small prison
In nostalgic agony
His faithful Canary, he died
Without understanding the reason
Prey of a broken ondo
He plunged his eyes into tears
And with infant emotion
Take the prisoner out of the cage
He posed with his mouth a kiss
About the pink plumage
And in his trembling hand
A rose fell asleep, which had a heart
The wooden box, (bis)
The same one that contained
Colored pencils
It was the last abode
Of him who in his life was (bis)
Its most precious value
And in the garden of his house, (bis)
A very close distance from a legendary Walnut
Cried, the poor creature (bis)
At the grave of his singing canary