El Nino y el Canario - Leonardo Favio

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

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