Paroles et traduction Harry Belafonte - Cucurrucucú paloma (Live)

Cucurrucucú paloma (Live)

Dicen que por las noches
Nomas se le iba en puro llorar,
Dicen que no comia
Nomas se le iba en puro tomar,
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecia al oir su llanto
Como sufrio por ella,
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
Cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
Gemia,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
Cantaba,
De pasion mortal,
Moria.
Que una paloma triste
Muy de manana le va a cantar
A la casita sola,
Con sus puertitas de par en par,
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma,
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada.
Cucurrucucu
Paloma,
Cucurrucucu
No llores,
Las piedras jamas,
Paloma
Ique van a saber
De amores!
Cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu...
Paloma, ya no llores

Cucurrucucú paloma (Live)

They say that at night,
He did nothing but cry,
They say that he didn't eat,
He did nothing but drink,
They swear that the heavens themselves
Trembling at the sound of his cries,
How he suffered for her,
That even in death, he called her name.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
He would sing,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
He would moan,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
He would sing,
Of a love that consumed him,
He was dying.
That a mourning dove
Will sing every morning at dawn
For the lonely little house,
With its doors wide open,
They swear that the dove
Is none other than his soul,
That still expects her
To return, the wretch.
Coo-coo-coo
Dove,
Coo-coo-coo
Don't cry,
Stones will never,
Dove,
Not even they
Know about love!
Coo-coo-coo...
Coo-coo-coo...
Coo-coo-coo...
Dove, don't cry anymore.