Palomita Donde Vas

Little dove where are you going
That you carry flowers in your beak
Go and take this letter
To the queen of my loves

Don't give it to her
In front of the gentlemen
Take care of her so she's alone
And place it in her hand

They say they will take away
The paths where I walk
They may take away the paths
But not the memories

They say they will take away
Your love from my thoughts
Only if they write on the water