Cucurrucucu paloma
Rocío Durcal
Cucurrucucu dove
They say that at night
he only cried
they say he didn't sleep
he only drank
they swear the sky itself trembled
upon hearing his cry how he suffered for her
that even in his death he kept calling her
cucurrucucu...dove
cucurrucucu...don't cry
the stones will never...
dove...what do they know...
about love.. that a very early sad dove
will sing to her little house alone with its doors wide open, they swear that this dove
is nothing more than a soul, that still
waits for the unfortunate one to return
cucurrucucu...dove
cucurrucucu...don't cry
the stones will never...
dove.. what do they know.. about love..
cucurrucucu.. cucurrucucu.. cucurrucucu
dove, don't cry anymore
