Paloma

A dove in the buzzard's bar
A dove in the buzzard's bar
In the dive bar, the girl has already walked in
Balancing on her toes, on the heels
Everyone's turned their heads, like lizards
When a prey has fallen into the river
A dove in the buzzard's bar
A dove in the buzzard's bar
Clumsily smoking, sitting on a table
But she sees her life pass by in an instant
She feels the urge to run, but notices those heels
And the strong reason that holds her back
It's that life that has left her without a childhood
And on that corner where her mother sings the king
Her world is a slide
Where everything is a slip
A dove, a dove of the buzzards
A dove, a dove of the buzzards
A dove, a dove of the buzzards
A dove, a dove of the buzzards