Paloma Mía

Next to your porcelain neck
I would lay, my dove
Who could kiss it one day,
who could lay it on your bed.
Next to your mouth of fine grain
I would fall asleep, my dove.
If you loved me, how much I would want,
rose dove of my mornings.

Next to your porcelain neck
I would lay, my dove
Who could kiss it one day,
who could lay it on your bed.
I say your name every day
I say your name beloved dove,
because your mouth, the most dreamed of,
because your neck and the distance.

Next to your porcelain neck
I would lay, my dove
Who could kiss it one day,
who could lay it on your bed.
Next to your mouth of fine grain
I would fall asleep, my dove.
If you loved me, how much I would want,
rose dove of my mornings.