La Paloma
Joan Manuel Serrat
The Dove
The dove made a mistake,
she was wrong.
To go north,
she went south.
She thought the wheat was water,
she was wrong.
She thought the sea was the sky,
that night was morning,
she was wrong, she was wrong.
That the stars, dew,
that heat, snowfall,
she was wrong, she was wrong.
That your skirt was your blouse,
that your heart its home,
she was wrong, she was wrong.
She fell asleep on the shore,
you on the top of a branch.
She thought the sea was the sky,
that night was morning,
she was wrong, she was wrong.
That the stars, dew,
that heat, snowfall,
she was wrong, she was wrong.
That your skirt was your blouse,
that your heart its home,
she was wrong, she was wrong...
