Cucurrucucu Paloma

They say that at night he would just cry.
They say he wouldn't eat, he would just drink.
They swear that the sky itself trembled upon hearing his cry.
How he suffered for her, that even in death he called for her!

"ay, ay, ay, ay, ay", he sang
"ay, ay, ay, ay, ay", he moaned
"ay, ay, ay, ay, ay", he sang
Of mortal passion, he died.

That a sad dove very early in the morning will sing to him
To the little house 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

"cucurrucucú", dove
"cucurrucucú", don't cry
The stones never, dove,
Will know about love

"cucurrucucú"
"cucurrucucú"
"cucurrucucú"
Dove
Don't cry for him anymore