Cucurrucucu

They say that at night he only spent his time drinking.
They say he didn't sleep, he only spent his time crying.
They swear that the sky itself trembled upon hearing his cry.
How he suffered for her, that even until his death he called her!

Cucurrucucu, he sang
Cucurrucucu, he laughed
Cucurrucucu, he cried
Of mortal passion, he died.

That a sad dove very early in the morning will sing to him
To the little house all alone with the doors wide open
They swear that this dove is nothing more than his soul
That he still waits for her to return, the unfortunate one

Cucurrucucu, dove
Cucurrucucu, don't cry
The stones will never, dove,
Understand about love

Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Dove
Don't cry for him anymore