La muerte del palomo
Yuridia
The death of the dove
You will never return dove
The dovecote is sad
The pigeon was left alone
Choking on sobs
Well, he can't cry anymore
Poor little pigeon
He is tired of suffering
And looking at the sky
He asks God for his death
I don't want to live like this anymore
In crying, in crying, in crying
Since you left
The pigeon went away in pure crying
For crying
For crying, for crying
He can't see anymore
He can't even fly
He is approaching his death
He is dying from waiting so long
He will die, he will die, he will die
The pigeon will die
Because that's what death is like
When there is loneliness
He will look towards the sky
Flying Vera Tea
He will thank you
For those memories
And when crossing the wings
That sheltered you
Drown your dreams
That woke him up
He will die, he will die, he will die
The pigeon will die
Because that's what death is like
When there is loneliness
Look up at the sky
Flying Vera Tea
He will thank you
For those memories
And when crossing the wings
That sheltered you
Drown your dreams
That woke him up
