Rocío Dúrcal — La Muerte del Palomo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Muerte del Palomo" by Rocío Dúrcal.
Lyrics
Nunca volverás paloma
triste estáel palomar
solito quedóel palomo
ahogándose entre sollozo
pues ya no puede volar.
Pobrecito del palomo
cansado estáde sufrir
y mirando para el cielo
a Dios le pide su muerte
que asíno quiere vivir.
En llorar, en llorar, en llorar
desde que te fuiste
se le fue all palomo en puro llorar.
Por llorar, por llorar, por llorar
ya no puede ver, ni puede volar
se acerca su muerte, estáagonizando de tanto esperar.
Morirá, morirá, morirá,
moriráel palomo porque asíes la muerte cuando hay soledad.
Miraráhacía el cielo, quedarávolando
te darálas gracias por esos recuerdos
y al cruzar las alas que te cobijaron
ahogaráen sus sueños que no despertaron.
En llorar, en llorar, en llorar
desde que te fuiste
se le fue all palomo en puro llorar.
Por llorar, por llorar, por llorar
ya no puede ver, ni puede volar
se acerca su muerte, estáagonizando de tanto esperar.
Morirá, morirá, morirá,
moriráel palomo porque asíes la muerte cuando hay soledad.
Miraráhacía el cielo, quedarávolando
te darálas gracias por esos recuerdos
y al cruzar las alas que te cobijaron
ahogaráen sus sueños que no despertaron.
Lyrics translation
You'll never come back, paloma.
sad is the palomar
the pigeon was left alone
drowning in sob
well, he can't fly anymore.
Poor little pigeon
tired of suffering
and looking to the sky
God asks for his death
that donkey wants to live.
In crying, in crying, in crying
ever since you left
he went all pigeon in pure crying.
To cry, to cry, to cry
he can no longer see, nor can he fly
his death approaches, stagogenizing from so much waiting.
He'll die, he'll die, he'll die,
the pigeon will die because there is death when there is loneliness.
He'd look up at the sky, he'd be flying.
they'll thank you for those memories
and as you crossed the wings that sheltered you
they'll drown in their dreams that didn't wake up.
In crying, in crying, in crying
ever since you left
he went all pigeon in pure crying.
To cry, to cry, to cry
he can no longer see, nor can he fly
his death approaches, stagogenizing from so much waiting.
He'll die, he'll die, he'll die,
the pigeon will die because there is death when there is loneliness.
He'd look up at the sky, he'd be flying.
they'll thank you for those memories
and as you crossed the wings that sheltered you
they'll drown in their dreams that didn't wake up.