Palomita Blanca

White dove
Waltz

Her absence gave me this anguish
And sometimes her memory is a good
That quickly drowns me in pain
And nothing consoles me
Of always going further
Of seeing myself without her
My step goes forward
And behind, the heart
The course that cruelly takes me away
Steals her loving caresses
And only in thought do I see her
I listen to her enchanted
I kiss her eagerly
I feel her by my side
And I go, dreaming like this
Further each time

White dove that flies by
Heading to the little house where my love is
White dove, for the sad absent one
You are a reminder
If you see the one I adore
Without saying I cry, give her some idea
Of how bitter it is to live without her
To lose her loving warmth
Keep going, my troop mates
That we are a wandering windstorm
And in the illness of absence, life slips away from us
Heading towards the beloved place, bidding farewell
White dove!
Fly night and day from my nest in search
And write in the sky with serene flight
She never forgets you, only thinks of you

He who never left
His beloved far away doesn't know
The sorrow that the soul imposes a harsh rigor
That comes from the side
That sometimes mentions her
Measuring there in the shadow
The lands she left
I've seen her cry in my arms
I've seen her wave her warm handkerchief
As I turned to leave
And then shrinking away
Her distant image
And in my soul enlarged
Her charm and this sorrow
Of not having her anymore