Cucurrucucu Paloma [English translation]

They say that at night

All he would do is cry;

They say he didn't eat,

All he would do is drink [alcohol].

They swear that heaven itself

Shook upon hearing his weeping,

How he suffered for her,

And even in death he called her:

Ay ay ay ay ay, he sang,

Ay ay ay ay ay, he moaned,

Ay ay ay ay ay, he sang,

He died of incurable passion.

When a sad dove

Will sing to him very early in the morning

Alone in the house

With its little doors, two by two,

They swear that dove

Is none other than his soul,

Which is still waiting

For the wretched one to return.

Coo coo, dove, coo coo, don't cry.

Dove, will those stones

Ever know anything of love?

Coo coo, coo coo,

Coo coo, coo coo,

Coo coo, dove, don't cry anymore.