La Torcacita

The Mourning Dove

La Torcacita

At her closed window,A su ventana cerrada,
very softly she called,muy suave llamaba,
a mourning dove,una paloma torcaza,
injured, moaned.herida, gemía.

He was a sleeping poet,Era un poeta dormido,
never sang to love,nunca al amor le cantó,
to that mourning dove,a esa paloma torcaza,
healing her wound, she gave her love.cuidando su herida, su amor le entregó.

Love me, ungrateful mourning dove,Quiéreme torcacita ingrata,
you taught me to lovetú me enseñaste a amar
and to the one who hurt you maliciously in the soul,y al que te hirió con saña en el alma,
today you have to forget.hoy tienes que olvidar.
Love me, ungrateful mourning dove,Quiéreme torcacita ingrata,
your love went north,tu amor al norte fue,
forget that male dove,olvida ese palomo,
who doesn't deserve your heart,que no merece tu corazón,
poor sick dove,pobre paloma enferma,
you are dying of loneliness.te vas muriendo de soledad.

At the flowery window,En la ventana florida,
she weaved her sorrow,su pena tejía,
from looking at the hills so much,de tanto mirar los cerros,
her eyes were dying.sus ojos morían.

There was never so much sadness,Nunca hubo tanta tristeza,
she forgot her song,se le olvidó su canción,
poor mourning dove,pobre paloma torcaza,
there is no remedy for the love sickness.no existe remedio, para el mal de amor.

Love me, ungrateful mourning dove,Quiéreme torcacita ingrata,
you taught me to lovetú me enseñaste a amar
and to the one who hurt you maliciously in the soul,y al que te hirió con saña en el alma,
today you have to forget.hoy tienes que olvidar.
Love me, ungrateful mourning dove,Quiéreme torcacita ingrata,
your love went north,tu amor al norte fue,
forget that male dove,olvida ese palomo,
who doesn't deserve your heart,que no merece tu corazón,
poor sick dove,pobre paloma enferma,
you are dying of loneliness.te vas muriendo de soledad.

Poor sick dove,Pobre paloma enferma,
you are dying of loneliness.te vas muriendo de soledad.