Pajarillo 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...