The daughter of Mr. Juan Alba
She says that she wants to become a nun. (twice)
In the small convent
On the street of La Paloma
They say that nobody wants it
She says she doesn't care
And now she has purchased a dress
White like a bride's
The daughter of Mr. Juan Alba
Says she wants to become a nun
And when the moon rises
Rises in the night, rises on the street
You can hear a man singing
Singing and crying, crying his heart out
At the top of the hermitage
"She waits for me no more, she waits for me no more
Because she has become a nun
The one I love the most, my girlfriend
Because she has become a nun
The one I love the most, my girlfriend"
The daughter of Don Juan Alba
In the convent of La Paloma. (twice)
They say that she sings songs
Of her youthful love
They say that she sings at night
Locked in her bedroom
And the whole world repeats
The song by word of mouth
The daughter of Mr. Juan Alba
In the convent of La Paloma
And when the moon rises
Rises in the night, rises on the street
You can hear a man singing
Singing and crying, crying his heart out
At the top of the hermitage
"She waits for me no more, she waits for me no more
Because she has become a nun
The one I love the most, my girlfriend
Because she has become a nun
The one I love the most, my girlfriend"
The daughter of Don Juan Alba
In the convent of La Paloma