La muerte del palomo
Yuridia Gaxiola
The death of the dove
You will never return, dove
Sad is the dovecote
The dove is left alone
Drowning in sobs
Because it can no longer cry
Poor little dove
Tired of suffering
And looking up to the sky
He asks God for his death
He can't live like this anymore
In crying, in crying, in crying
Since you left
The dove has been crying non-stop
For crying,
For crying, for crying,
He can no longer see
Nor can he fly
Approaching his death
He is agonizing from waiting so long
He will die, he will die, he will die
The dove will die
Because that's death
When there is loneliness
He will look up to the sky
He will see you flying
He will thank you
For those memories
And as he crosses the wings
That sheltered you
He will drown his dreams
That woke him up
He will die, he will die, he will die
The dove will die
Because that's death
When there is loneliness
He will look up to the sky
He will see you flying
He will thank you
For those memories
And as he crosses the wings
That sheltered you
He will drown his dreams
That woke him up
