Cucurrucucú Paloma
Dicen que por las noches
No mas se le iba en puro llorar,
Dicen que no comia,
No mas se le iba en puro tomar,
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecia al oir su llanto;
Como sufrio por ella,
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... gemia,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
De pasion mortal... moria
Que una paloma triste
Muy de manana le va a cantar,
A la casita sola,Con sus puertitas de par en par,
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma,
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu... paloma,
Cucurrucucu... no llores,
Las piedras jamas, paloma
!Que van a saber de amores!
Cucurrucucu... cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu... paloma, ya no llores
Coo Coo Coo Dove
They say that at night
He would just cry,
They say he wouldn't eat,
He would just drink,
They swear the sky itself
Would tremble upon hearing his cry;
How he suffered for her,
That even in his death he kept calling her
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,... he sang,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,... he moaned,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,... he sang,
Of deadly passion... he died
That a sad dove
Early in the morning would come to sing to him,
To the little house alone,
With its doors wide open,
They swear that dove
Is nothing more than his soul,
That still waits
For the wretched one to return
Coo coo coo... dove,
Coo coo coo... don't cry,
The stones never, dove
What do they know about love?
Coo coo coo... coo coo coo...
Coo coo coo... dove, don't cry
Escrita por: Tomas Mendez