Caetano Veloso
Divina Estampa
cucurrucucu paloma
They say that at night
he would just cry;
they say that he didn't eat,
no longer was she going to be drunk.
They swear that the sky itself
shook when hearing her cry,
how he suffered for her,
and even in her 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, < br/>I died of mortal passion.
That a sad dove
very early in the morning is going to sing
to the little house alone
with its little doors wide open;< br/>they swear that that dove
is nothing other than their soul,
which is still waiting
for the unfortunate woman to return.
Cucurrucucú pigeon, cucurrucucú, don't cry.
The stones never, paloma,
what will they know about love?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, paloma, Don't cry anymore

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