Palomas de La Ciudad

Doves without a dovecote
The Plaza de Mayo is not a good place
Because you never know when
The storm will scatter them
The Pink Palace
Changes mood like the sea

Doves that watch
The country's history pass through the city
They know well that some sow winds
And others reap the storm
Those who live on the ledges
Early learn to tremble

Branch of olive and laurel
Take it to the Pyramid
Celebrating for once
That the hunters are gone
And they will never return

Doves, how friendly they are
To children and old people sunbathing
They recognize that it's not the same
People with drums as with a drum
The drum of the grenadiers
Than the rumble of the cannon

When they perch on the Cathedral
What will the creatures think
One day they are shot at with bullets
And the next day with breadcrumbs
For many years, spring
Smells like tear gas

Branch of olive and laurel
Take it to the Pyramid
Celebrating for once
That the hunters are gone
And they will never return