Cucurrucucu Paloma [English translation]

They say that at nights

He simply went through by just crying

They say that he wasn’t eating

It simply didn’t suit him just taking (some food)

They swear that the sky itself

Was vibrating by listening his weeping

How he was suffering for her,

And even when he was dying he was calling at her:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was wailing

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing

He was dying from mortal passion.

That a sad dove

Very early in the morning will sing

At the lonely house

Whose small doors are widely open

They swear that this dove

Is no other (thing) than his soul,

That is still waiting

For the unhappy (woman) to return.

Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú don’t cry.

The stones never, dove,

What will they now of loves?

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,

Cucurrucucú, dove, don’t cry anymore