Cucurrucucú Paloma

They say he didn't eat
Just spent his time crying
They say he didn't sleep
Just spent his time drinking

They swear the sky itself
Trembled hearing his cries
How he suffered for her
That even in death he kept calling her

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he sang
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he moaned
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he cried
Dying of mortal passion

That a sad dove
Would sing to him very early in the morning
To the little house alone
With its doors wide open

They swear that dove
Is nothing more than his soul
Still waiting for her
For the wretched one to return
Oh, that damn wretched one

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

Cucurrucucú, Cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú, Cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú, Cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú

Dove, don't cry anymore