Lyrics of El Niño y el Canario - Leonardo Favio

El Niño y el Canario (original)

Era el canario un primor
Y era su dueño un pequeño
Que velaba con empeño
Los cuidados del cantor
Era un hermoso ejemplar
De color anaranjado
Era un preso resignado
A la mision de cantar
Era muy lindo escuchar
De su garganta sonora
La nota grave que llora
En un constante rolar
Daba a entender su trinar
Que alguna angustia sufría
Porque falto de alegria
Era su canto un penar
Un cierto dia su dueño
Al candoroso pequeño
Que se solia extasiar
Al observar los fulgores
De tan divinos colores
Y tan bonito cantar
Llegó hasta el cielo su queja
Porque vencido a la reja
De la pequeña prisión
En nostalgica agonía
Su fiel canario, moría
Sin comprender la razón
Presa de un ondo quebranto
Sumió sus ojos en llanto
Y con infante emociòn
Quitò de la jaula al preso
Posò con su boca un beso
Sobre el rosado plumaje
Y en su mano temblorosa
Quedó dormida una rosa, que tenía corazón
La cajita de madera,(bis)
La misma que contuviera
Lapicitos de color
Fue la morada postrera
De aquel que en su vida fuera (bis)
Su mas preciado valor
Y en el jardìn de su casa,(bis)
A distancia muy escasa de un legendario nogal
Lloró, la pobre criatura (bis)
Al cabar la sepultura de su canario cantor

(translation)

The canary was a cousin
And it was his owner of him a small
who watched with determination
The cares of the singer
He was a beautiful specimen
orange in color
He was a resigned prisoner
On the mission of singing
He was very nice to hear
Of his sonorous throat
The low note that cries
In a constant rolling
He implied his trill
that some anguish suffered
Because I lack joy
It was his song of him a sorrow
One day its owner
To the innocent little
That he used to be ecstatic
Looking at the lights
Of such divine colors
and so beautiful to sing
He reached the sky his complaint
Because defeated the fence
of the little prison
In nostalgic agony
His faithful canary of him, he died
Without understanding the reason
Dam of a deep rift
He plunged his eyes into tears
And with infant emotion
He took the prisoner out of the cage
He posed a kiss with his mouth
About the rosy plumage
And in her trembling hand
She fell asleep a rose, that she had a heart
The wooden box,(bis)
The same one that contained
colored pencils
It was the final abode
Of the one who was his in his life (bis)
Your most precious value
And in the garden of his house, (bis)
A very short distance from a legendary walnut tree
Cried, the poor creature (bis)
At the end of the grave of his singing canary