Cucurucucu Paloma

They say that at night
He would just cry
They say he didn't eat
He just drank
They swear the sky itself
Would tremble hearing his cry
How he suffered for her
That even in death he kept calling her

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!... He sang!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!... He moaned!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!... He sang!
Of deadly passion!... He died!

That a sad dove
Early in the morning will sing to him
To the little house alone
With its doors wide open
They swear that dove
Is nothing more than his soul
Still waiting for her
For the wretched one to return

Coo coo coo... dove,
Coo coo coo... don't cry,
The stones never, dove
What do they know about love?
Coo coo coo... coo coo coo...
Coo coo coo... dove, don't cry anymore