Pajarillo Baranqueno
Jorge Gamboa
Little Bird from Baranqueno
Little bird, little bird
Little bird, from Baranqueno
What beautiful eyes you have, too bad you belong to someone else
What little bird is that
That sings in that lime tree
Go and tell him not to sing, 'cause my heart's getting played
What little bird is that
That sings in that thicket
Go and tell him not to sing, wait until I die
*A SHOUTOUT TO ERIKA MENDOZA AND
LET'S GO TO NUEVO LEON, GIRL*
With this little box of gold
Look at what it holds inside
It carries love, it carries jealousy, and a bit of feelings
With this little golden key
Open its door and you'll see
How much I love you and the shit you give me in return
What little bird is that
That sings in that lime tree
Go and tell him not to sing, 'cause my heart's getting played
What little bird is that
That sings in that thicket
Go and tell him not to sing, wait until I die...
