El Pajarillo

She used bulk makeup daily
And sold her skin at a high price
From eight to ten on a corner
She was young and unfaithful, she was rose and thorn
And her name was I don't know, I never knew
I never asked her, I never arranged
Her time in her skin was a brat
And I just looked at her from well to well

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, offering
To the highest bidder of her tune

Five winters passed and there she was
The same time as yesterday, the same corner
She was young and faithful and still had the rose of her skin
And the thorn grew bigger
And she smiled as the onlookers passed by
Under that lamppost, night after night
Twenty times they took her prisoner
And she sang her song behind bars

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, offering
To the highest bidder of her tune

Her skin wrinkled
And the makeup wasn't enough to cover
The mark left by the sixth winter
The color ran out and even her breath
And from eight to ten only on the corner
That lamppost remained
And that thorn sealed the rose, where did she go?
Her name was I don't know and she smiled

And she was a little bird with white wings
From balcony to balcony, from square to square
Seller of love, offering
To the highest bidder of her tune