Cucurrucucú, Paloma
Lola Beltrán
Cucurrucucu dove
They say that at night
No longer did he just cry
They say he didn't sleep
No more was he going to drink
They swear that the sky itself
He shook when he heard her cry
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he called her
Cucurrucucú, he sang
Ha, ha, ha, ha, laughed
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I cried
Of mortal passion, I died
Than a white dove
Very early in the morning he is going to sing to her
To the little house alone
With its little doors wide open
They swear that that dove
It is nothing more than your soul
that is still waiting
For the unfortunate woman to return
Cucurrucucu dove
Oh, oh, oh, oh, don't cry!
Stones never, dove
What will they know about love?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú, dove, don't cry for him!
