Paloma pueblo
(Estilo cachimbo)
Aceptando el desafío
del vuelo de la paloma
tomo mi ronca guitarra
para cantarte, señora.
Paloma de vuelo fino
y de muy fino plumaje,
enrédate entre mis cuerdas,
señora, para cuidarte.
Señora paloma pueblo,
¿dónde te fuiste a volar?
Tu guitarra fusilera
ya no quiere disparar.
Han muerto tantas palomas
de mil formas y colores,
pero a la paloma pueblo
no hay muerte que la aprisione.
Señora paloma pueblo,
hasta la vuelta será.
Tu canto quedó en mi boca,
paloma de libertad.
Paloma Town
Accepting the challenge
of the dove's flight
I take my hoarse guitar
to sing to you, lady.
Dove of fine flight
and very fine plumage,
tangle yourself in my strings,
lady, to take care of you.
Lady dove of the town,
where did you go to fly?
Your rifle guitar
no longer wants to shoot.
So many doves have died
in a thousand ways and colors,
but the town dove
is not imprisoned by death.
Lady dove of the town,
until the return it will be.
Your song remains in my mouth,
dove of freedom.