La Muerte Del Palomo [English translation]

You'll never come back, (female) dove.

The dovecote is sad.

The (male) dove was left alone

drowning in its own sobs,

because it can't cry anymore.

Poor little dove,

it's tired of suffering,

it looks at the sky

and asks God to let it die.

It doesn't want to live like this.

Crying, crying, crying.

Since you left,

the dove's life was spent in just crying.

Because of crying, crying, crying,

it can no longer see nor fly.

Its death is approaching, it slowly dies, because it waited for too long.

It will die, it will die, it will die.

The dove will die because that's how

death is, being lonely.

It will look at the sky, will see you flying,

will thank you for all those memories,

and when it crosses the wings that once hugged you,

it will drown in its dreams that didn't wake up.

It will die, it will die, it will die.

The dove will die because that's how

death is, being lonely.

It will look at the sky, will see you flying,

will thank you for all those memories,

and when it crosses the wings that once hugged you,

it will drown in its dreams that didn't wake up.