On the bank of the river
Stood Running Bear
Young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
Stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was her name
Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other
So their love could never be
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn’t die
Vieja pared
del arrabal,
tu sombra fue
mi compañera.
De mi niñez
sin esplendor
la amiga fue
tu madreselva.
Cuando temblando
mi amor primero
con esperanzas
besaba mi alma,
yo junto a vos,
pura y feliz,
cantaba así
mi primera confesión.