Diana Navarro — La paloma song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La paloma" by Diana Navarro.

Lyrics

Como nací en la calle de la Paloma
ese nombre me dieron de niña en broma.
Y como vuelo alegre de calle en calle
el nombre de Paloma siguen hoy dándome.
Aunque no tengo el cuello tornasolado
siempre está mi cabello limpio y rizado.
Y aunque mi pobre cuerpo no tiene pluma
siempre está fresco y blanco como la espuma.
En lo limpita paloma soy,
y salto y brinco por donde voy.
Y a mi nombre de Paloma siempre fiel,
ni tengo garras ni tengo hiel.
En lo limpita paloma es,
y salta y brinca con gran placer.
Y a su nombre de Paloma siempre fiel,
ni tiene garras ni tiene hiel.
Como está mi ventana cerca del cielo
y por él las palomas tienden el vuelo,
cuando veo en mis vidrios que el alba asoma
tender quisiera el vuelo cual las palomas.
Pero al ver que las venden en el mercado
y que las pobres mueren en estofado,
digo mitad en serio, mitad en broma:
«Hay sus inconvenientes en ser paloma».
En lo que arrullo paloma soy,
que siempre canto por donde voy,
y a mi nombre de Paloma siempre fiel
busco un palomo, busco un palomo… ¿Quién será él?
En lo que arrulla Paloma es,
y siempre canta con gran placer.
Y a su nombre de Paloma siempre fiel
busca un palomo, busca un palomo… ¡Dichoso él!

Lyrics translation

As I was born in La Paloma Street
I was given that name as a kid as a joke.
And as a merry flight from street to street
the name of Dove still give me today.
Although I don't have a torn neck
my hair is always clean and curly.
And though my poor body has no feather
it's always fresh and white as foam.
In how clean pigeon I am,
and I jump and jump where I'm going.
And to my name of Dove always faithful,
I have neither claws nor gall.
In how clean pigeon is,
and he jumps and jumps with great pleasure.
And to his ever faithful Dove name,
it has neither claws nor gall.
How is my window near the sky
and for him the pigeons tend to fly,
when I see in my windows that the dawn looms
tender would like the flight like pigeons.
But seeing that they sell them in the market
and that the poor die in stew,
I mean half seriously, half jokingly:
"There are its drawbacks to being pigeon."
In what cooing pigeon I am,
that I always sing where I go,
and to my name of Dove always faithful
I'm looking for a pigeon, I'm looking for a pigeon ... who will he be?
In what cooing Pigeon is,
and he always sings with great pleasure.
And to his ever faithful Dove name
look for a pigeon, look for a pigeon ... Lucky him!