Palomita mia

Complaints of a past, blind guitar player
sad vidalita, memories of love,
shadows in the streets, shadows in the sky,
song that fades like a prayer.
Braids renegridas, beat of emotions,
taperita and rain, crying a goodbye.
And today a poor blind man, now without illusions,
sings his sadness with this song:

Palomita mía,
vidalita,
where is your nest...
And in the blind man's eyes peeps out
Old sorrow that makes him cry.
Evoking the white dove
that flew from his dovecote.
My little dove,
little vidalita,
where is your nest...

Laughs the cicada of joyful life,
only the guitar seems to understand,
that holy hand that searches in its notes,
the broken words of that woman.
Braids renegridas, beat of emotions,
taperita and rain, crying a goodbye.
Shadows in the streets, shadows in the sky,
Song that is extinguished with a voice of pain.