Cucurrucucu Paloma

They say that every night

He was overtaken by tears
They say he wouldn’t eat
He didn't feel like having any food
They swear that even the sky
Was vibrating by listening to his weeping
How he was suffering for her,
And even when he was dying he was calling at her:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was wailing
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing
He was dying from mortal passion.
That a sad dove
early in the morning will sing
At the lonely house
Whose small doors are widely open
Swear that this dove
Is no other than his soul,
That is still waiting
For the unhappy woman to return.
Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú don’t cry.
The stones will never, dove
will know of love.

Dove: a symbol of innocence, gentleness, tenderness and peace.