Blanco Y Azul

White and blue was the dress
I saw you pass by in,
(like a little dove looking for the nest
among the branches of my garden).

Give me your handkerchief, my love,
I will wash it for you,
(with the tears from my eyes,
my love, I will rinse it for you).

Give me your lips, dear girl,
I want to drink the honey,
(just like the handkerchief
I will give it back to you dry).

Your blue handkerchief, dear girl,
was floating in the wind,
(the color of dawn your thoughts
the color of the sky your youth).