Cucurrucucú Paloma
Dicen que por las noches
no más se le iba en puro llorar;
dicen que no comía,
no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo
se estremecía al oír su llanto,
cómo sufrió por ella,
y hasta en su muerte la fue llamando:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemía,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
de pasión mortal moría.
Que una paloma triste
muy de mañana le va a cantar
a la casita sola
con sus puertitas de par en par;
juran que esa paloma
no es otra cosa más que su alma,
que todavía espera
a que regrese la desdichada.
Cucurrucucú paloma, cucurrucucú no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
¿qué van a saber de amores?
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They say that in the nights
All he did was cry;
They say he didn?t eat
All he did was drinking (alcohol),
They swear that the sky itself
trembled as it heard his cry,
How he suffered for her
Even on his death he called her:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he sang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he laughed
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he cried
of a mortal passion he was dying.
That a sad dove
In the early morning would come to sing to him
In the little lonely house
With its little doors wide open.
They swaer that this dove
Is none other than his very soul
That is still waiting
For the return of the sad one(her)
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comCucurrucucú, dove, cucurrucucú, dont cry.
Not ever for the stones, dove,
for what do they know of love.