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Absent Dove

Violeta Parra

Paloma Ausente

Cinco noches qué pena por los caminos
Cinco cartas escritas se llevó el viento
Cinco pañuelos negros son los testigos
De los cinco dolores que llevo adentro
Paloma ausente, blanca paloma
Rosa naciente

Paso lunas enteras mirando el cielo
Con un solo deseo en el pensamiento
Que no descienda herida mi palomita
La que viene fundida los elementos
Paloma ausente, blanca paloma
Rosa naciente

Dice un papel escrito con tinta verde
Que teniendo paciencia todo se alcanza
Una que bien la tuvo salió bailando
De su jardín, al arco de las alianzas
Paloma ausente, blanca paloma
Rosa naciente

Una jaula del aire viene bajando
Con todos sus barrotes de calamina
Todos los pajarillos vienen trinando
Sin embargo, distingo a mi golondrina
Paloma ausente, blanca paloma
Rosa naciente

Voy a ponerle un traje de mariposa
Mañana cuando llegue mi palomita
En los dedos banderas de tres colores
Y en las pestañas miles de candelillas
Paloma ausente, blanca paloma
Rosa naciente

Absent Dove

Five nights what a shame on the roads
Five written letters gone with the wind
Five black scarves are the witnesses
Of the five pains that I carry inside
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

I spend whole moons looking at the sky
With only one wish in mind
May my little dove not descend wounded
The one that comes melted the elements
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

Says a piece of paper written in green ink
That with patience everything is achieved
One who had a good time came out dancing
From his garden, to the arch of alliances
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

A cage of air comes down
With all its corrugated iron bars
All the little birds come chirping
However, I distinguish my swallow
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

I'm going to put him in a butterfly suit
Tomorrow when my pigeon arrives
On the fingers flags of three colors
And in the eyelashes thousands of candles
absent dove, white dove
rising rose

Escrita por: Violeta Parra