Palomo desmemoriado
Rolando Alárcon
Forgetful Pigeon
(Polka, collected in Elqui)
Forgetful pigeon
Goes through my thoughts
And you will see that I am the same
That you loved once
When I look at you I feel
My heart beating
It's true, my pigeon
I don't know what's wrong with me
Who would have stopped loving him
When he started to fly
In other people's arms
I wouldn't want to see him
My little pigeon has already left
To lands where he was born
What seas must be in between
That I can't cross
