Él y yo [English translation]

He was a pigeon, pigeon, pigeon

That I found one morning under an old willow;

He whispered in my ear three things and a poem

So that I sing it to you, and I tell you this:

I am the pigeon, pigeon, pigeon

That will not be auctioned for seven coins,

That has his creed, that has his poem;

That doesn't want another owner than his own flight

I have my roof in a tree of kisses,

With flowers, words and love in the middle;

I eat and drink in it and I wait for the goldfinch

That comes to my branches with a new song.

He doesn't interfere with me and I don't bother him,

He doesn't copy my song, he has his own tone;

We both soar in a flight of dreams,

Each at his own height, each at his own time.

I am the pigeon that has a treasure,

I am going to tell you what I made it up of:

My voice and my song, which I offer you;

If you don't change it, here it is.

I am the pigeon that has a treasure,

I am going to tell you what I made it up of:

My voice and my song, which I offer you;

If you don't change it, here it is.

• Artist:Emmanuel
• Album:Al final