Cucurrucucú, Paloma

They say that at night
He just started crying
They say he didn't sleep
He was just going to take it
They swear that the same sky
He shuddered when he heard her crying
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he was calling her

Cucurrucucú, sang
Ha, ha, ha, ha, I laughed
Oh, oh, oh, oh, she cried
Of mortal passion, he died

That a sad dove
Very early in the morning he will sing to you
To the little house alone
With its little doors wide open
They swear that this dove
It is nothing but your soul
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate one to return

Cucurrucucú, dove
Cucurrucucú don't cry!
The stones never, dove
What are they going to know about love?
Cuckoo-cuckoo, cuckoo-cuckoo
Cucurrucucú, dove, don't cry!