Cucurrucucu Paloma
Dicen que por las noches
No más se le iba en puro llorar
Dicen que no dormía
No más se le iba en puro tomar
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecía al oír su llanto
Cómo sufrió por ella
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Cantaba
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Gemía
Ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Lloraba
De pasión mortal
Moría
Qué 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 la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Paloma
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
No llores
Las piedras jamás (las piedras jamás)
Paloma
Qué van a saber
De amores
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurru, cucurru
Paloma
Ya no, ya no le llores
Cucurrucucu Paloma
They say that at night
He would spend it all just crying
They say he wouldn't sleep
He would spend it all just drinking
They swear that the same sky
Would tremble upon hearing his cry
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he kept calling her
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
He sang
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
He moaned
Ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay)
He cried
Of mortal passion
He died
That a sad dove
Very early in the morning will sing to him
To the little house alone
With its doors wide open
They swear that this dove
Is nothing more than his soul
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate one to return
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Dove
Cucurrucucu (cucurrucucu)
Don't cry
The stones will never (the stones will never)
Dove
What do they know
About love
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurru, cucurru
Dove
Don't cry for him anymore