Paloma Ausente - Violeta Parra

Cinco noches que lloro 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 al cielo

con un sólo deseo en el pensamiento

que no descienda herida mi palomita

la que viene fundida a 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 ponerme 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.

Five nights that I cry on the roads

five written letters blew the wind

five black handkerchiefs are the witnesses

of the five pains that I carry inside

absent dove, white dove, nascent rose.

I spend whole moons looking at the sky

with only one wish in mind

that my little dove does not descend wounded

the one that comes fused to the elements

absent dove, white dove, nascent rose.

Says a piece of paper written in green ink

that having patience everything is achieved

one that had a good time came out dancing

from her garden to the arch of alliances.

absent dove, white dove, nascent 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, nascent rose.

I'm going to put on a butterfly suit

tomorrow when my popcorn arrives

on the fingers flags of three colors

and thousands of candles on the eyelashes

absent dove, white dove, nascent rose.