Cucurrucucu Paloma

They say that at night
He would just cry
They say he didn't eat
He would just drink

They swear that the same sky
Would tremble upon hearing his cry
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he kept calling her

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
He sang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
He moaned
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
He sang
He died of mortal passion

That a sad dove
Will sing to him very early in the morning
To the little house alone
With its doors wide open

They swear that this dove
Is nothing more than his soul
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate one to return

Cucurrucucu
Paloma
Cucurrucucu
Don't cry
The stones will never
Dove
Know about love