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- Editor: Jose Miguel Galan (submitted 2004-01-14). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 121 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: El pájaro
Composer: Anonymous
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: Spanish
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
Spanish text
Pájaro triguero, no cantes tanto
Que se ha muerto el Padre Santo.
El pájaro ya voló, el pájaro.
Ya viene San Lucas el pijotero
a llenarnos la casa de forasteros
El pájaro…
Un pastor me pide allá en la cumbre
que le suba tabaco, papel y lumbre.
El pájaro…
Si quieres que vaya a verte
has de enladrillar el rio
y después de enladrillado
tu serás el amor mío.
¡Ay, Rosita de mi alma!
¡Ay, Rosita resalada!
¡Ay, Rosita yo te quiero!
A Plasencia me he de ir
aunque me harrisca de frío.
¡Ay, Rosita…