Pajarillo Barranqueño

Little bird, little bird
Little bird from the ravine
How beautiful eyes you have
It's a pity they have an owner

Which bird is that
Singing in that lime tree
Go tell him not to sing
It hurts my heart

Take this little golden key
Open my chest and you'll see
How much I love you
And the bad payment you give me

Take this little golden box
See what's inside
It carries love, and more jealousy
And a bit of sentiment

Which bird is that
Singing in that fig tree
Go tell him not to sing
Waiting for my death

With this I bid you farewell
With a saddened soul
I sang to you the pains
And sorrows of my life