Palomita De Ojos Negros

A white little dove, a white little dove
With black eyes... black... black...
Stopped at my little window to tell me its sorrow
My delight has thorns
I can't bear them anymore

Sadly it told me when suddenly the bells
Of a tiny church
Scared the ungrateful one, and to its nest it went
Without me being able to tell it that its pain was my pain

Dove... Dove...
You look just like my soul
Dove... Dove...
You are just like my pain's sister