Che pykasumi [English translation]

My little dove who flew away from me

your image returns night after night to impede my sleep

because of love, I get restless and I'm waiting for you

although hidden as ever my pain is beyond all bearing.

Because of your cruelty I'm bustling around sick and feverish

after cradling the warm affection that we lived together,

you took flight, here you left me, making me an orphan

homeless and alone, mired in sadness, since that time.

Without any solace I keep loving you each sunrise

as a shadow I am walking alone with my loneliness.

My eyes suffer when looking at the house where you no longer are,

a broken heart that stains my chest and makes me sob.

With a low flight from me you turned away little dove

because you didn't want me to stroke your hair and skin.

Come back, I ask you, to comfort me as you know how.

Relieve this sorrow that crushes my soul, my little dove

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat