La Paloma [English translation]

Since I was born on Dove* Street

They called me that jokingly as a child

And since I fly happily from street to street

The name of Dove they still apply to me today

Even though I don't have a shimmering neck

My hair is always clean and wavy

And even though my poor body has no feathers

It is always fresh and white like foam

In this fairness I'm a dove,

And I skip and jump wherever I go

And always true to my name

I have no claws, I have no gall

In her fairness she is a dove,

And she skips and jumps with great pleasure

And always true to her name,

She doesn't have claws, she doesn't have gall

Since my window is near the sky

And by it doves fly

When I see in the glass that the dawn peeps out

I wish I could take flight just like the doves

But when I see that they are sold in markets

And the poor little ones die in the stove,

I say half seriously, half jokingly:

"There are some inconveniences in being a dove."

In my lullabies a dove am I

For I always sing wherever I go

And always true to my name

I look for a pigeon, I look for a pigeon... Who could he be?

In her lullabies a dove she is

And she always sings with great pleasure

And to her name she is always true

She looks for a pigeon, she looks for a pigeon... Lucky is he!