Текст и перевод песни Los Tres Caballeros - La Paloma

La Paloma

Si a tu ventana llega
Una paloma
Trátala con cariño
Que es mi persona

Cuéntale mis amores
Bien de mi vida
Oh, no, no, no me implores
Que es cosa mía

Y si tú ves que los gorriones
No alegran con sus cantares
Verás que mis amores
Se han sepultado en los mares

Pajarillo manzanero
Llévame a cortar manzanas
Pajarillo manzanero
Llévame a cortar manzanas

¿Cómo quieres que las corte
Si no me bajas las ramas?
¡¿Cómo quieres que las corte (sí, señor)
Si no me bajas las ramas?!, ay

Gorrioncillo, pecho amarillo
Nomás de verte ya estoy llorando
Porque Dios sabe, al estar mirando
Que ando sangrando igual que tú

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú (cucurrucucú)
Cucurrucucú (currucucú)
Paloma ya no le llores

Vuela, vuela, palomita
Vuela, vuela, ay, paloma
No te vayas tan solita, palomita
Que te quiero acompañar

Dos palomas al volar
Dejaron su palomar
En el olvido
No pudieron regresar y al fin de tanto volar
Encontraron nuevo nido

Pajarito, eres bonito
Y de bonito color
Y de bonito color
Pajarito, eres bonito

Pajarito, eres bonito
Y de bonito color
Y de bonito color
Pajarito, eres bonito

Pero más bonito fueras si me hicieras el favor
De entregarle un papelito a la dueña de mi amor

Por aquí pasó volando
Una calandria amarilla
Una calandria amarilla
Por aquí pasó volando

Por aquí pasó volando
Una calandria amarilla
Una calandria amarilla
Por aquí pasó volando

María chuche, ahora se fue a bañar
Cerquita del río, cerquita del mar
María Chuche se está bañando
Bien techada por su casa pasando

La Paloma

If a dove comes to your window,
My dear,
Treat her with kindness,
For she is my persona.

Tell her my love,
My darling,
Oh, no, no, don't beg me,
This is my business.

And if you see that the sparrows
Do not cheer with their songs
You will see that my loves
Have been buried in the seas

Little apple-eating bird,
Take me to pick some apples
Little apple-eating bird,
Take me to pick some apples

How do you expect me to pick them
If you don't lower the branches for me?
How do you expect me to pick them (yes sir)
If you don't lower the branches for me?!, oh dear

Little yellow-breasted sparrow,
Just seeing you, I already burst into tears,
Because God knows, as I gaze,
That I am bleeding just like you.

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo (cuckoo),
Cuckoo (cuckoo),
Dove, don't cry anymore.

Fly, fly, little dove,
Fly, fly, oh dove,
Don't go off alone, little dove,
Because I want to go with you.

Two doves flying,
Left their dovecote.
In oblivion,
They could not return, and after much flying
They found a new nest.

Little bird, you are beautiful,
And of a beautiful color,
And of a beautiful color,
Little bird, you are beautiful,

Little bird, you are beautiful,
And of a beautiful color,
And of a beautiful color,
Little bird, you are beautiful,

But you would be more beautiful if you would do me a favor
Of delivering a little note to the mistress of my love

Here passed by flying
A yellow calandria,
A yellow calandria,
Here passed by flying

Here passed by flying
A yellow calandria,
A yellow calandria,
Here passed by flying

Maria Chuche, now she went to bathe
Near the river, near the sea
Maria Chuche is bathing
Well covered by her house passing by