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Little Dove

Mon Laferte

Palomita

Como iba a llegar
La paloma gris
Hacia un nuevo nido para vivir

Sin saber volar
A lo alto se subió
Cerró sus ojitos y se lanzó

Ay, ay, ay
Mucho tiempo viajó
Ay, ay, ay
Ni muy lejos llegó

Ay, ay, ay

Vuela Palomita a tu nuevo hogar

Se volvió ilegal
Lejos de su tierra natal
Tuvo que pagar con la soledad

Ahora sin su parvada
No tenía nada
Pero la paloma creía en sus alas

Ay, ay, ay
Aunque a veces cayó
Ay, ay, ay
La fortuna llegó

Ay, ay, ay

Se aferró la Palomita a su nuevo hogar

Después de varios años
Encontró a su rebaño
También unas ramitas y un nido se armó

Cuando por fin contenta
Se puso a extrañar
Entonces decidió que iba a regresar

Ay, ay, ay
Se dispuso a volar
Ay, ay, ay
Y en el viaje soñar

Ay, ay, ay

Vuela Palomita a tu viejo hogar

Pero al volver
Se puso a llorar
Todo había cambiado! Ay Palomita¡

La paloma vieja
Vieja y desdichada
Poco ya volaba y no tenía nada

Ay, ay, ay
Por poco y no voló

Ay, ay, ay
Pero se arrastró

Ay, ay, ay

Yo sé que puedes volar! Ay Palomita¡

Estando en el aire
El hondo respirar
Por fin se daba cuenta

No era de aquí, ni era de allá

Por eso las aves
Por su libertad

Little Dove

How was she going to arrive
The gray dove
Towards a new nest to live

Without knowing how to fly
She climbed up high
Closed her little eyes and launched herself

Oh, oh, oh
She traveled a long time
Oh, oh, oh
She didn't get very far

Oh, oh, oh

Fly Little Dove to your new home

She became illegal
Far from her homeland
She had to pay with loneliness

Now without her flock
She had nothing
But the dove believed in her wings

Oh, oh, oh
Although she fell sometimes
Oh, oh, oh
Fortune arrived

Oh, oh, oh

Little Dove clung to her new home

After several years
She found her flock
Also, some twigs and a nest she built

When finally content
She began to miss
Then she decided she was going to return

Oh, oh, oh
She prepared to fly
Oh, oh, oh
And dream on the journey

Oh, oh, oh

Fly Little Dove to your old home

But upon returning
She began to cry
Everything had changed! Oh Little Dove!

The old dove
Old and unfortunate
She barely flew anymore and had nothing

Oh, oh, oh
She almost didn't fly

Oh, oh, oh
But she crawled

Oh, oh, oh

I know you can fly! Oh Little Dove!

Being in the air
Taking deep breaths
Finally, she realized

She wasn't from here, nor from there

That's why birds
Long for their freedom

Escrita por: Mon Laferte