Cucurrucucú Paloma

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

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

Ay, ay, ay, ay, he sang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, he moaned
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 the wretched one to return

Cucurrucucú paloma
Cucurrucucú don't cry
Stones never, dove
What do they know about love

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú
Cucucurrucú, dove, don't cry anymore