Текст и перевод песни Edith Márquez - Paloma Brava

Paloma Brava

Tú piensas que yo soy una paloma
Dichosa de picar entre tus manos
El pan que pones cuando se te antoja,
Que aveces se te antoja de año en año.

Tú crees que soy de piedra o soy de nieve
Que no deseo los besos de tu boca
Y crees que en el amor soy indiferente,
Por eso tú me das tan poca cosa.

Y yo no soy
Como crees que yo soy;
Que soy paloma brava
Y para saciar mi sed
Toda la lluvia no basta.

Que yo no soy
Como crees que yo soy;
Que soy paloma brava
Y para saciar mi sed
Toda la lluvia no basta.

Tú crees que soy feliz con casi nada
Y estás equivocado por completo;
Me tienes que atender como Dios manda
Que aún hay mucha mujer en este cuerpo.

Te has confundido, amor, de parte a parte
Al darme tus caricias gota a gota;
Quizás es que mi amor te viene grande
Y encima por ahí, tú lo derrochas.

Y yo no soy
Como crees que yo soy;
Que soy paloma brava
Y para saciar mi sed
Toda la lluvia no basta.

Que yo no soy
Como crees que yo soy;
Que soy paloma brava
Y para saciar mi sed
Toda la lluvia no basta.

Brave Dove

You think I am a dove
Happy to peck among your hands
The bread you put when you feel like it,
That sometimes you feel like every year.

You think I am made of stone or snow
That I do not desire the kisses from your mouth
And you think I am indifferent in love,
That is why you give me so little.

And I am not
Like you think I am;
I am a brave dove
And to quench my thirst
All the rain is not enough.

That I am not
Like you think I am;
I am a brave dove
And to quench my thirst
All the rain is not enough.

You think I am happy with almost nothing
And you are completely wrong;
You have to attend me as God commands
That there is still a lot of woman in this body.

You have been confused, love, from part to part
By giving me your caresses drop by drop;
Maybe it is that my love is too big for you
And on top of that, you waste it.

And I am not
Like you think I am;
I am a brave dove
And to quench my thirst
All the rain is not enough.

That I am not
Like you think I am;
I am a brave dove
And to quench my thirst
All the rain is not enough.