Paroles et traduction Nara Leão - Parabién de La Paloma

Parabién de La Paloma

La paloma se murió
Y el palomo no sabía.
Levántate, palomita,
-Le decía, le decía-,
Nos iremos a casar
Apenas se aclare el día.
Qué parabienes tristes
Tengo que cantar yo.

La paloma se murió
Y el palomo está llorando.
Pobre este palomito,
¿Dónde se irá volando?
No habrá luces en la iglesia,
No habrá alegrías ni cantos.
Qué parabienes tristes
Tengo que cantar yo.

La paloma se murió,
Se murió con un disparo.
Un hombre estaba mirando
Con un fusil en la mano.
Se quedaron esperando
En la iglesia, sus hermanos.
Qué parabienes tristes
Tengo que cantar yo.

La paloma se murió,
Llorando se queda un niño.
El hombre del fusil
No sabe lo que es cariño.
Nunca adentró en un templo,
Nunca ha encendido un cirio.
Qué parabienes tristes
Tengo que cantar yo.

La paloma se murió,
La mató un hombre cobarde
Sabiendo que era inocente;
Castiguemos al culpable.
No lo perdona el palomo,
No lo perdona su madre.
Qué parabienes tristes
Tengo que cantar yo.

La paloma se murió,
Señores aquí presentes.
El hombre vendió el fusil;
Siguió causando la muerte
Disparando sobre hermanos,
Destruyendo continentes.
Qué parabienes tristes

The Dove's Lament

The dove, she has died,
And the pigeon, he knew not.
"Wake up, little dove,"
He said, and he said,
"We will go and get married,
As soon as the day breaks clear."
What sad congratulations
I have to sing.

The dove, she has died,
And the pigeon, he is weeping.
Poor this little pigeon,
Where will he fly off to?
There will be no lights in the church,
There will be no joy nor songs.
What sad congratulations
I have to sing.

The dove, she has died,
She died with a shot.
A man was watching,
With a rifle in his hand.
They were left waiting
In the church, her siblings.
What sad congratulations
I have to sing.

The dove, she has died,
A child is left crying.
The man with the rifle
Does not know what love is.
He never entered a temple,
He has never lit a candle.
What sad congratulations
I have to sing.

The dove, she has died,
A cowardly man killed her
Knowing she was innocent;
Let's punish the culprit.
The pigeon does not forgive him,
His mother does not forgive him.
What sad congratulations
I have to sing.

The dove, she has died,
Gentlemen present here.
The man sold the rifle;
He continued causing death
Shooting at brothers,
Destroying continents.
What sad congratulations