Cucurrucucú, Paloma
Dicen que por las noches
No mas se le iba en puro llorar
Dicen que no dormía
No mas 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
Cucurrucucú, cantaba
Ja, ja, ja, ja, reía
Ay, ay, ay, ay, lloraba
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 mas que su alma
Que todavía la espera
A que regrese la destichada
Cucurrucucú, paloma
Cucurrucucú no llores!
Las piedras jamás, paloma
Qué van a saber de amores
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú, paloma, no llores!
Cucurrucucu dove
They say that at night
He just started crying
They say he didn't sleep
He was just going to take it
They swear that the same sky
He shuddered when he heard her crying
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he was calling her
Cucurrucucú, sang
Ha, ha, ha, ha, I laughed
Oh, oh, oh, oh, she cried
Of mortal passion, he died
That a sad dove
Very early in the morning he will sing to you
To the little house alone
With its little doors wide open
They swear that this dove
It is nothing but your soul
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate one to return
Cucurrucucú, dove
Cucurrucucú don't cry!
The stones never, dove
What are they going to know about love?
Cuckoo-cuckoo, cuckoo-cuckoo
Cucurrucucú, dove, don't cry!