They say that at night
He would just cry
They say he wouldn't eat
He would just drink
They swear that the sky itself
He would shake When he heard her cry
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he called her
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he sang
Ay, ay, ay, ay Oh, oh, he moaned
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he sang
Of mortal passion, he died
That a sad dove will sing to him very early in the morning
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 it
For the unfortunate woman to return
Cucurrucucu, paloma
Cucurrucucu, don't cry
The stones never, paloma
What will they know about love
Cucurrucucu, cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu, paloma, now don't cry

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