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

Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
He sang
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
He moaned

Ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay)
He cried
Of mortal passion
He died

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 his soul
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate one to return

Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Dove
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Don't cry

The stones will never (the stones will never)
Dove
What do they know
About love

Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurru, cucurru
Dove
Don't cry for him anymore