Juan Luis Guerra Miscellaneous green of your voice,
you see, nothing is the same
everything is cold if you are not white dove,
white dove,
carry my song on your wings.
Tell her that the nights have not been silent,
they spoke of love and they have not gone away,
tell her that I love her and that I miss her,
that I have not forgotten and
that I have suffered
I know
I tell my mistake,
but I understand that love
everything forgives and never ends, sweetheart,
you see, nothing is the same
Everything is in vain if you are not here
White dove,
carry my song on your wings
And a seagull gives light
among the waves of the sea,
He is collecting the blue that I did not know how to give you
and an aurora with tulle kisses

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