Jose Marie Napoleon — Pajarillo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pajarillo" by Jose Marie Napoleon.
Lyrics
Maquillaje a granel
Usaba a diario y vendía la piel
A precio caro de las 8 alas 10
En una esquina era joven y fiel
La rosa y espina y se llamaba no se
Nunca lo supe nunca le pregunte
Nunca dispuse de su tiempo y su piel
Era un mocoso y tan solo le mire
De pozo en pozo
Y era un pajarillo de blancas alas
De balcón en balcón de plaza en plaza
Vendedora de amor
Ofrecedora para el mejor postor
No supo nada
Cinco inviernos pasaron
Y ahí seguía la misma hora de ayer
La misma esquina era joven y fiel
Y aun tenia la rosa de su piel
Y mas grande la espina
Sonreía al pasar de los mirones
Bajo de aquel farol noche tras noche
Veinte veces se la llevaron presa
Y canto su canción tras de las rejas
Y era un pajarillo de blancas alas
De balcón en balcón de plaza en plaza
Vendedora de amor
Ofrecedora para el mejor postor
No supo nada
Se le arrugo la piel
Y el maquillaje suficiente no fue
Para taparle la huella que dejo
El sexto invierno se le acabo el color
Y hasta el aliento de las 8 a las 10
Solo en las esquina se quedo aquel farol
Y aquella esquina la rosa no sello
Donde se iría y se llamaba no se y sonreía
Y era un pajarillo de blancas alas
De balcón en balcón de plaza en plaza
Vendedora de amor
Ofrecedora para el mejor postor
No supo nada
Lyrics translation
Bulk makeup
I used it every day and sold the skin
At an expensive price of 8 wings 10
In a corner he was young and faithful
The Rose and Thorn and it was called was not
I never knew. I never asked him.
I never had your time and your skin
He was a brat and I just looked at him.
From well to well
And it was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony from Square to square
Saleswoman of love
Bidder for the highest bidder
He didn't know anything.
Five winters passed
And there it was the same time as yesterday
The same corner was young and faithful
And she still had the Rose of her skin
And bigger the spine
He smiled as he passed the Peeping Tom
Under that lamppost night after night
Twenty times they took her away
And I sing his song behind bars
And it was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony from Square to square
Saleswoman of love
Bidder for the highest bidder
He didn't know anything.
His skin is wrinkled
And enough makeup was not
To cover the footprint I left
The sixth Winter has run out of color
And until the breath of 8 to 10
Only in the corner remained that bluff
And that corner the Rose does not seal
Where he would go and he would not be called and he would smile
And it was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony from Square to square
Saleswoman of love
Bidder for the highest bidder
He didn't know anything.