They say that at night
He would no longer stop crying
They say he didn't eat
No longer would he stop drinking
They swear that the sky itself
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
Oh, oh, oh, ay, ay gema
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang
Of mortal passion he died
That a sad dove
Very early in the morning he is going to sing
To the little house alone
With its little doors wide open
They swear that that dove
It is nothing more than their soul
That 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, dove
Don't cry anymore

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