Una Palomita

A little dove that had
its nest in a green orange tree
left it alone because her male dove
was deceiving her
I and that dove feel the same
the same sorrows
with my tears and her tears
we fill the seas
oh little dove
what are we going to do
if your male dove hurt you
and my love hurt me

Near the fountain is
the orange tree covered in sorrows
and the little dove is
far away crossing the seas
how I wish to have
wings like this dove
forget my sorrows, I would fly like her
crossing the seas
oh little dove
what are we going to do
if your male dove hurt you
and my love hurt me