THE PIGEON DIES

you will never come back pigeon The dovecote is sad, the pigeon was left alone, drowning between sobs because it can no longer fly...
||Poor little pigeon, he is tired of suffering and looking towards heaven he asks God for his death because he no longer wants to live...
|| without flying, in crying, in waiting, the pigeon left, since you left in pure waiting, For crying, for crying, for crying, he can no longer see, nor can he fly, his death is approaching, he is dying from waiting so much...
The pigeon will die, it will die, it will die, the pigeon will die because that is what death is like when there is loneliness,
||He will look up at the sky and see you flying, he will thank you for those memories and when crossing the wings that sheltered you, he will drown his dreams that did not wake up...||