El palomo
Rolando Alárcon
The Pigeon
I raised a pigeon, damn,
just for my amusement.
I spend my time crying, damn,
when I don't see him.
Oh, my pigeon,
how much I loved him!
Leaving me alone, damn,
he flew away.
He doesn't eat wheat
nor rice either,
he only feeds, damn,
on my pure love.
I climb a little hill, damn,
to see him pass by,
a cloud covers him, damn,
and I start to cry.
