Paloma Brava [English translation]

You think I'm a dove

graceful of eating between your hands

the bread you put whenever you want,

that sometimes you want it once in a year.

You think I'm made of stone or of snow,

that I don't wish your mouth kisses

and you think I'm indifferent in love,

that's why you give me so little.

And I'm not

what you think I am;

I'm a wild dove

and to quench my thirst

the whole rain is not enough.

I'm not

what you think I am;

I'm a wild dove

and to quench my thirst

the whole rain is not enough.

You think that I'm happy with almost nothing

and you're absolutely wrong;

you have to care for me like God wants

there's still a lot of woman in this body.

You've confused, honey, little by little

for giving me your caresses drop by drop;

maybe because my love is too big for you

and in top of it, you waste it anywhere.