Palomita Blanca

White dove fly soon
In search of the one I love so much
Tell them to come back because if they don't return, I die of sadness
When you finally find her, stand on her hand
And look into her eyes
And with your little beak, give her little kisses on her red lips
Tell her I'm sad, that I spend the days crying for her love
That if she doesn't remember, her dark-skinned man is here waiting for her
The white dove spread its wings
And took flight
It disappeared on the horizon
In the blue of the sky
I stayed waiting to receive news
From my beloved
Time has passed and from the dove
I have heard nothing
Winter has passed and spring is dressed in color
But what do her flowers matter to me
If I feel sad