Palomita

How was she going to arrive
The gray dove
Towards a new nest to live

Without knowing how to fly
She climbed up high
Closed her little eyes and launched herself

Oh, oh, oh
She traveled a long time
Oh, oh, oh
She didn't get very far

Oh, oh, oh

Fly Little Dove to your new home

She became illegal
Far from her homeland
She had to pay with loneliness

Now without her flock
She had nothing
But the dove believed in her wings

Oh, oh, oh
Although she fell sometimes
Oh, oh, oh
Fortune arrived

Oh, oh, oh

Little Dove clung to her new home

After several years
She found her flock
Also, some twigs and a nest she built

When finally content
She began to miss
Then she decided she was going to return

Oh, oh, oh
She prepared to fly
Oh, oh, oh
And dream on the journey

Oh, oh, oh

Fly Little Dove to your old home

But upon returning
She began to cry
Everything had changed! Oh Little Dove!

The old dove
Old and unfortunate
She barely flew anymore and had nothing

Oh, oh, oh
She almost didn't fly

Oh, oh, oh
But she crawled

Oh, oh, oh

I know you can fly! Oh Little Dove!

Being in the air
Taking deep breaths
Finally, she realized

She wasn't from here, nor from there

That's why birds
Long for their freedom