Orgullosa

A little dove came to my window
A little dove came to my window
And told me that at night you cry, you cry
With my picture in your hands you cry, you cry
Proud
And that in the afternoons you usually walk
Down the same street where I used to look for you
And on that bench where I kissed you, you cry, you cry
Where I engraved your name and mine, you cry, you cry
Proud, proud
Stop your whims of not talking to me
Get rid of the idea of leaving me
Because I know you want to forgive me
It was silly to make you angry
Because I can't stand waiting for you anymore
Let me soon love you again