Palomita Blanca

Her absence brought me sorrow, and sometimes her memory is a blessing
That soon drowns me in pain, and nothing comforts me
Always drifting further away from seeing her
My steps move forward, but my heart stays behind
The path cruelly pulls me away, stealing her loving caresses
And only in thought do I see her, enchanted, I hear her
Kissing her with longing, feeling her by my side
And I go, dreaming, further away each time

White dove, flying by on your way to the little house where my love is
White dove, for the sad absent one, you’re like a reminder note
If you see the one I adore, without saying I cry, give her a hint
Of how bitter it is to live without her, to lose her warm embrace
Keep moving forward, my troop, for we are a storm of wandering winds
And in this absence, life slips away, always longing, saying goodbye
Oh, white dove! Fly day and night from my nest in search
And write in the sky with a gentle flight: She never forgets, only thinks of you

He doesn’t know who has never left his beloved at a distance, the pain
That imposes a harsh rigor on the soul, coming from the side
That sometimes names her while measuring the path
Looking back into the shadows at the places she left
I’ve seen her cry in my arms, I’ve seen her when I turned to leave
Waving her warm little handkerchief, and then shrinking away
Her distant image, and in my soul, it grows
Her charm, and this pain of not having her anymore