Paloma Negra

I'm tired of crying and it doesn't dawn
I don't know whether to curse you or pray for you
I'm afraid to look for you and find you
Where my friends assure me you're leaving

There are moments when I'd rather just leave
And rip out the nails of my suffering
But my eyes die without looking into yours
And my love, with the dawn, waits for you again

You've taken the party into your own hands
Black dove, black dove, where, where are you?
Don't play with my partying honor
If your caresses are to be mine, no one else's

And even though I love you madly, don't come back
Black dove, you are the jailer of a suffering
I want to be free, live my life with whoever I want
God, give me strength, I'm dying to go look for him

You've taken the parties into your own hands