Текст и перевод песни Calibre 50 - Mi Paloma

Mi Paloma

Me encontré una paloma mal herida,
Traía sus ojos, casi secos de llorar,
Estaba asustada, pa' todos lados corría,
Le tenía miedo y no se dejaba agarrar.
Le hable bonito y como que no me creía,
Hasta que el tiempo, su confianza me gané,
Traía las alas rotas, y un montón de heridas,
Que con mis besos una a una le curé.
Pero si vieran que bonita Mi Paloma,
Nomas me mira, y quiere volar a mis brazos,
Llego a mi vida, a pintarme azul mi cielo,
Cuando llevaba un poco más de mil fracasos.
¡Y puro Calibre 50 chiquitita!
Me trae pensando todo el tiempo en su cariño,
Se me hace largo el día, pa' volverla a ver,
Lo que pensaba, ya curada volaria,
Hizo su nido, en lo más hondo de mi ser.
Después de todo y al final ya me tocaba,
No me acordaba que era estar enamorado,
Se me perdieron, los ojos en su sonrisa,
Ay palomita, como que te habías tardado.
Pero si vieran que bonita Mi Paloma,
Nomas me mira, y quiere volar a mis brazos,
Llego a mi vida, a pintarme azul mi cielo,
Cuando llevaba un poco más de mil fracasos.

My Dove

I found a dove, badly wounded,
Her eyes, almost dry from crying,
She was scared, running everywhere,
She was afraid of me and wouldn't let me catch her.
I spoke to her gently, but she didn't seem to believe me,
Until time, I earned her trust,
Her wings were broken, and she had many wounds,
That with my kisses, one by one, I healed.
But if you could see how beautiful My Dove is,
She just looks at me, and wants to fly into my arms,
She came into my life, to paint my sky blue,
When I had had a little over a thousand failures.
And pure Calibre 50, little one!
She keeps me thinking about her love all the time,
The day seems long to me, to see her again,
What I thought, once healed she would fly away,
She made her nest, in the deepest part of my being.
After everything and finally it was my turn,
I didn't remember what it was like to be in love,
My eyes got lost in her smile,
Oh, little dove, it seems like you were late.
But if you could see how beautiful My Dove is,
She just looks at me, and wants to fly into my arms,
She came into my life, to paint my sky blue,
When I had had a little over a thousand failures.