La Muerte del Palomo

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 itself
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 death when there's 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 death when there's 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