Como casa vacía, inhabitable,
la paloma esconde su dolor.
En su pecho,
pasa nuestro tiempo.
They wold's dimension.
Like an empty, uninhabitable house,
The dove hides its pain.
In its breast,
Our time passes.
Como casa vacía, inhabitable,
la paloma esconde su dolor.
En su pecho,
pasa nuestro tiempo.
They wold's dimension.
Like an empty, uninhabitable house,
The dove hides its pain.
In its breast,
Our time passes.