Lyrics of White little dove - Anibal Troilo

White little dove (original)

Su ausencia esta congoja me dio, y a veces su recuerdo es un bien
Que pronto se me ahoga en dolor… y nada me consuela
De ir siempre más lejos de verme sin ella
Mi paso va adelante y atrás el corazón
El rumbo que me aleja tan cruel, me roba sus caricias de amor
Y sólo el pensamiento la ve, la escucha embelesado
La besa con ansias, la siente a mi lado
Y voy, así soñando, más lejos cada vez…
Blanca palomita que pasás volando rumbo a la casita donde está mi amor
Palomita blanca, para el triste ausente sos como una carta de recordación…
Si la ves a la que adoro, sin decir que lloro, dale alguna idea
De lo muy amargo que es vivir sin ella, que es perder su amante calor…
Sigan adelante, pingos de mi tropa, que de un viento errante somos nubarrón
Y en un mal de ausencia se nos va la vida siempre a la querencia dándole el
adiós…
¡palomita blanca!
vuela noche y día de mi nido en busca
Y escribí en el cielo con sereno vuelo: «no te olvida nunca, sólo piensa en vos»
No sabe aquel que nunca dejó su amada a la distancia, el pesar
Que al alma impone un duro rigor, que viene de ladero
Que a ratos la nombra midiendo el sendero
Mirando allá en la sombra los pagos que dejó…
La he visto entre mis brazos llorar la he visto al darme vuelta al partir
Su tibio pañuelo agitar, y luego irse achicando
Su imagen lejana… y en mi alma agrandado
Su encanto… y esta pena de no tenerla más…

(translation)

His absence gave me this anguish, and sometimes his memory is a blessing
That soon I drown in pain... and nothing consoles me
To always go further than to see me without her
My step goes forward and back the heart
The course that drives me away so cruel, robs me of her caresses of love
And only the thought of her sees her, listens to her spellbound
He kisses her eagerly, feels her by my side
And I go, dreaming like this, further each time...
White little dove that you fly by towards the little house where my love is
White dove, for the sad absent you are like a letter of remembrance...
If you see her that I adore, without saying that I cry, give her some idea
How bitter it is to live without her, how it is to lose her lover, her warmth...
Keep going, pingos of my troop, because of a wandering wind we are a cloud
And in a sickness of absence, life always goes to her love, giving her the
goodbye…
white dove!
fly night and day from my nest in search
And I wrote in the sky with serene flight: «she never forgets you, she only thinks of you»
He does not know who never left his beloved from a distance, the regret
That imposes a harsh rigor on the soul, which comes from the side
That she sometimes names her measuring the path
Looking there in the shadows at the payments she left...
I have seen her cry in my arms I have seen her when I turned around when leaving
Her warm handkerchief of hers shake of her, and then go shrinking
Her image of her far from her… and in my enlarged soul
Of her Her charm of her… and this sorrow of not having her anymore…