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 photo 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 whim of not talking to me
get rid of the idea of leaving me
because I know you want to forgive me.
it's silly not to talk to me
because I can't stand waiting for you anymore
let me soon love you again.

Proud, drop your whims of not talking to me
because I know you want to forgive me.
it's silly to get angry
because I can't stand waiting for you anymore
let me soon love you again.
Proud.