Ruego

Virgin of comfort, celestial mother,
see how many towns were left behind,
left behind, celestial mother, left behind.

I walked all over with the sole desire
to dry my tears with your apron,
with the sole desire, with your apron.

I was sowing a furrow of loves;
with the strong wind, its fruit was lost,
its fruit was lost.

My feet don't bleed, queen of the portal;
my eyes bleed from crying so much,
so much crying, so much crying.

I cared for a little dove without a father or mother,
when it became a dove, it flew away.

Tell me if you've seen it, tell me if it's not too late,
tell me if it's possible for God to keep it for me,
my dove, little dove, that He keeps it for me,
my dove.