Palomita - Mon Laferte

Como va 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 aveces 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 soñó

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 se 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

How are you going to get there?

the gray dove

Towards a new nest to live

without knowing how to fly

to the top he climbed

She closed her eyes and jumped

Ay ay ay

long time traveled

Ay ay ay

He didn't even get very far

Ay ay ay…

Fly Popcorn to your new home…

she became illegal

Far from his native land

She had to pay with loneliness

Now without his flock

she had nothing

But the dove believed in its wings

Ay ay ay

Although sometimes she fell

Ay ay ay

fortune came

Ay ay ay…

The little dove clung to her new home...

After several years

She found her herd

Also some twigs and a nest was built

When she is finally happy

She was surprised

She then she decided that she was going to return

Ay ay ay

She set out to fly

Ay ay ay

And on the trip she dreamed

Ay ay ay…

Fly Popcorn to your old home…

But when she comes back

she started crying

Everything had changed!

Oh Popcorn!

the old pigeon

old and unhappy

Little was already flying and she had nothing

Ay ay ay

For little and did not fly

Ay ay ay

But she crawled

Ay ay ay…

I know you can fly!

Oh Popcorn…

being in the air

the deep breath

finally she realized

She wasn't from here, nor was she from there...

That's why the birds

for your freedom