Cucurrucucu Paloma

They say that at night
He would spend it all just crying
They say he wouldn't sleep
He would spend it all just drinking
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 cried
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
He moaned
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
He sang
He died of mortal passion

That a sad dove
Very early in the morning will sing to him
To the little house alone
With its doors wide open
They swear that this dove
Is nothing more than my soul
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate one to return
Cucurrucucú
Paloma
Cucurrucucú
Don't cry
The stones will never
Paloma
Know about
Love

Cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú

Paloma
Don't cry for him anymore