Cucurrucucu Paloma


They say that by the nights
No mas went away to him in pure crying,
They say that not comia,
No mas went away to him in pure taking,
They swear that the same sky
Estremecia when oir its weeping;
Like sufrio by her,
That until in his death it was calling it



Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay... sang,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay... gemia,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay... sang,
Of mortal passion... moria



That a sad dove
Very of tomorrow it is going to him to sing,
To the single small house,
With its doorways wide,
They swear that that dove
It is not another thing but that its soul,
That todavia the delay
To that the unfortunate one returns



Cucurrucucu... dove,
Cucurrucucu... you do not cry,
The stones jamas, dove
That they are going to know of loves!
Cucurrucucu... cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu... dove, no longer you cry