La muerte del palomo
Rocío Durcal
The death of the dove
You will never return, dove
sad is the dovecote
the dove was left alone
drowning in sobs
as it can no longer fly.
Poor little dove
tired of suffering
and looking up to the sky
he asks God for his death
as he does not want to live like this.
In crying, in crying, in crying
since you left
the dove has been crying non-stop.
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 towards the sky, he will remain flying
to thank you for those memories
and as he crosses the wings that sheltered you
he will drown in dreams that never woke up.
In crying, in crying, in crying
since you left
the dove has been crying non-stop.
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 towards the sky, he will remain flying
to thank you for those memories
and as he crosses the wings that sheltered you
he will drown in dreams that never woke up.
