Adónde Vas, Jilguerillo

Where are you going, little goldfinch
With that shortened flight?
Go and bring a sigh
To the image of my dream

Flying from branch to branch
You must reach her door
And don't come back from there
Until you bring me an answer

The other day on a branch
I saw a goldfinch singing
I said to myself: This is the mailman
With whom I sent my sigh

I approached and asked him
Why he was singing so sadly
Because I didn't get an answer
To the sigh you gave me

(Hush, goldfinch, don't sing
Don't torment me
Tell the ungrateful one to come
Just for a moment)

(Little flying goldfinch
Go and reach her window
Tell her for the second time
That my chest is already inflamed)

Long live the noble company
Little hook of thistle
More flattering mailman
There won't be like the goldfinch)