Cucurrucucú Paloma

They say that at night he would just cry
They say he wouldn't sleep, just drink
They swear the same sky trembled hearing his cry
How he suffered for her, even in his death he kept calling her

Coo coo coo
He sang
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
He laughed
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He cried
With 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 but his soul
Still waiting for the wretched one to return

Coo coo coo
Dove
Coo coo coo
Don't cry
The stones never
Dove

Will they know
About love
Coo coo coo
Coo coo coo
Coo coo coo
Dove
Don't cry for him anymore