I send you a carrier pigeon

through the sun

he will be my white messenger

in committee of love

he will cross the open spaces

will fly over the mountains

will cover the wide waters

straight to reach you

wherever you might be

he will tell you my hopes

he will offer you my naive heart

unable to reveal itself

my white pigeon

from country to country

will bring me close to you

wherever you might be

just to make me smile

lulled by the fantasy

my pigeon white

my faithful mate

will fly in the sickness of you

through the years

till one day, tired

he will lose his way