Cucurrucucú Paloma [English translation]

They say that every night

He just went around crying

They say he never slept

He just went around drinking

They swear that heaven itself

Shuddered at hearing his cry

How he suffered for her!

That even in death he was crying for her

Cucurrucucú, he was singing

Ha ha ha ha, he was laughing

Ay, ay, ay, ay, he was crying

Of mortal passion, he was dying

[They say] that a white dove

Very early in the morning goes to him to sing

To the little house alone

With its little doors wide open

They swear that that dove

Is no other than his soul

Which still waits for her

For his ill-fated beloved to return

Cucurrucucú, dove

Ay, ay, ay, ay, don't cry!

The stones never, dove

What would they know of loves

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú

Cucurrucucú, dove, don't cry for him.