Una Paloma Blanca!

When the sun shines on the mountains and the night is on the run, it´s a new day,it´s a new way,and I fly up to the sun.I can feel the morning sunlight.I can smell the new-morn hay.I can hear God´s voices callingof my golden skylight way.

O la paloma blanca, I´m just a bird in the sky.O la paloma blanca, over the mountains I fly. Yes, no one can take my freedom away....