They say that at night
He would no longer stop crying;
They say he did not eat,
No longer would he stop drinking.
They swear that heaven itself br/>He shook when he heard her cry,
How he suffered for her,
And even in his death he called her:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh he sang,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gema,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang,
Of mortal passion he died.
That a sad dove
Very Tomorrow he is going to sing to her
To the little house alone
With its little doors wide open;
They swear that that dove
It is nothing other than their soul,
Who is still waiting
For the unfortunate woman to return.
Cucurrucuc paloma, cucurrucuc don't cry.
Stones never, paloma,
What will they know about love?
Cucurrucuc , cucurrucuc,
Cucurrucuc, cucurrucuc,
Cucurrucuc, paloma, don't cry for him anymore

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