Cucurrucucu
Dicen que por las noches no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Dicen que no dormia, no más se le iba en puro llorar.
Juran que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto.
Cómo sufrió por ella, que hasta su muerte la fué llamando!
Cucurrucucu, cantaba
Cucurrucucu, reia
Cucurrucucu, lloraba
De pasión mortal, moría.
Que una paloma triste muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola con las puertitas de par en par
Juran que esa paloma no es outra cosa más que su alma
Que él todavia la espera a que regrese, la desdichada
Cucurrucucu, paloma
Cucurrucucu, no llores
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
Que van a saber de amores
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Paloma
Ya no le llores
Cucurrucucu
They say that at night he only spent his time drinking.
They say he didn't sleep, he only spent his time crying.
They swear that the sky itself trembled upon hearing his cry.
How he suffered for her, that even until his death he called her!
Cucurrucucu, he sang
Cucurrucucu, he laughed
Cucurrucucu, he cried
Of mortal passion, he died.
That a sad dove very early in the morning will sing to him
To the little house all alone with the doors wide open
They swear that this dove is nothing more than his soul
That he still waits for her to return, the unfortunate one
Cucurrucucu, dove
Cucurrucucu, don't cry
The stones will never, dove,
Understand about love
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Dove
Don't cry for him anymore
Escrita por: Tomas Mendez