Paloma Errante
Vicente Fernández
Wandering Dove
Like a wandering dove
With no fixed course or direction
I sail and cross rivers and seas
Without peace, shelter, or protection
From south to north like a bohemian
I crossed the homeland where I was born
Seeking shelter, happiness, and solace
And in vain, everything is poor for me
Oh, it even seems like I'm in Huentitlan
I lost my parents when I was a child
And in this world, I was left alone
Since that moment, I wander aimlessly
And will rest in the grave
I have no parents, children, or siblings
Nor the affection of a woman
I am so unfortunate in the world
That I cry alone in my suffering
Oh, dark ones, even doves are good
And even if they are wandering
I had children and they left me
I had parents and I lost them
I had women and they deceived me
There is no one to pity me, poor me
I raise my prayers to the sky
To calm my suffering
Oh eternal God, do not abandon me
Give me happiness and a future
