Текст и перевод песни Aida Cuevas - Cucurrucucú Paloma

Cucurrucucú Paloma

Dicen que por las noches
No mas se le iba en puro llorar,
Dicen que no comía
No mas se le iba en puro tomar;
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecía al oír su llanto
Cómo sufrió por ella,
Que hasta en su muerte
La fué llamando:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, lloraba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, gemía,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba
De pasión mortal moría.

Que una paloma triste
Muy de mañana 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 todavía la espera
A que regrese la desdichada.

Cucurrucucú, paloma,
Cucurrucucú, no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma
Qué van a saber de amores.

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, paloma no llores.

Mourning Dove

They say that at night
She did nothing but cry,
They say she wouldn't eat
She did nothing but drink;
They swear that the heavens
Shook at the sound of her weeping
As she grieved for her,
Even in death
He kept calling out:

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, she wept,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, she moaned,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, she sang
Dying of a fatal passion.

That a sad dove
Sings to her very early in the morning
At the lonely little house
With its doors wide open;
They swear that that dove
Is none other than her soul,
That still waits for her
For the poor creature to return.

Mourning dove, mourning dove,
Mourning dove, don't you cry.
Stones never, mourning dove
Would know anything about love.

Mourning dove, mourning dove,
Mourning dove, don't you cry.