La Muerte del Palomo
Juan Gabriel
The Death of the Dove
You will never return, dove
Sad is the dovecote
The dove was left alone
Drowning in sobs
Because it can no longer cry
Poor little dove
Tired of suffering
And looking up to the sky
He asks God for his death
He doesn't want to live like this
In crying, in crying, in crying
Since you left
The dove lost himself
In pure crying
For crying, for crying, for crying
He can no longer see, nor can he fly
His death is approaching
He is agonizing from waiting so long
He will die, he will die, he will die
The dove will die because
That's how death is when there is loneliness
He will look up to the sky, he will see you flying
He will thank you for those memories
And as he crosses the wings that sheltered you
He will drown in his dreams that never woke up
He will die, he will die, he will die
The dove will die because
That's how death is when there is loneliness
He will look up to the sky, he will see you flying
He will thank you for those memories
And as he crosses the wings that sheltered you
He will drown in his dreams that never woke up
