Pajarillo Baranqueno

Little bird, little bird
Little bird, from Barranquilla

How beautiful eyes you have, it's a pity they have owners
What a little bird, is the one
That sings, in that lime tree
Go and tell him not to sing, that he fools my heart

* a greeting to my friend Eduardo Mercado from Gavilancillo *

What a little bird is the one
That sings in that fig tree
Go and tell him not to sing, to wait for me to die

With this little golden key
Open my chest and you will see
How much I love you and the bad payment you give me

With this little golden box
Look at what it carries inside
It carries loves, it carries jealousy, and a bit of feelings

Now with this I say goodbye
With the soul in sad departures
I have sung to you the pains and sorrows of my life