Paroles et traduction Los Invasores de Nuevo León - Vete Paloma

Vete Paloma

Eres paloma que yo te enseñe a volar,
En las alturas y contra las tempestades
Ahora me sales que nomas asi te vas,
Y no recuerdas que yo te cure tus males

Yo te entregaba un corazon
Que por tu amor, daba mi vida,
Vida mia sin importarme

Pero mas vale que todo haya sido asi,
Pues dice el dicho
Que al mal paso dale prisa

Yo estaba loco de amor me moria por ti
Se me olvidaba que tu eres gente rica,
Y yo que solo un trobador fui para ti,
Que daba todo ha cambio de tu sonrisa

Vete paloma vete a cruzar esos mares,
Que tantas veces a mi lado los cruzastes
Pero donde andes
As de escuchar mis cantares,
Y lloraras porque tambien tu me adorastes.

Pero mas vale que todo haya sido asi,
Pues dice el dicho
Que al mal paso dale prisa

Yo estaba loco de amor me moria por ti
Se me olvidaba que tu eres gente rica,
Y yo que solo un trobador fui para ti,
Que daba todo ha cambio de tu sonrisa

Vete paloma vete a cruzar esos mares,
Que tantas veces a mi lado los cruzastes
Pero donde andes
As de escuchar mis cantares,
Y lloraras porque tambien tu me adorastes.

Fly Away, My Dove

My dove, whom I taught to soar,
Amongst the heights and tempestuous storms
Now you tell me you're leaving without a word,
Forgetting the pain I eased, the care I afforded

I gave you a heart,
That would give its life for your love,
My life, unmindful of the cost

But perhaps it's best that it ended this way,
As the old saying goes
When trouble strikes, run fast away

I was mad with love, dying for you,
Forgetting that you were of wealth and high birth,
While I was but a wandering minstrel, singing for your mirth,
Giving all I had in exchange for your smile

Fly away, my dove, to distant shores,
That we once crossed together side by side
But wherever you go,
My songs will reach your ears,
And you will weep, remembering the love we shared with pride.

But perhaps it's best that it ended this way,
As the old saying goes
When trouble strikes, run fast away

I was mad with love, dying for you,
Forgetting that you were of wealth and high birth,
While I was but a wandering minstrel, singing for your mirth,
Giving all I had in exchange for your smile

Fly away, my dove, to distant shores,
That we once crossed together side by side
But wherever you go,
My songs will reach your ears,
And you will weep, remembering the love we shared with pride.