Текст и перевод песни Harry Belafonte - Cu Cu Rru Cu Cu Paloma

Cu Cu Rru Cu Cu Paloma

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

Cu Cu Rru Cu Cu Paloma

They say that at night
She would only cry
They say she didn't eat
She would only drink
They swear that even heaven
Shook when they heard her cry
How she suffered for him
That even in her death she called out his name

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
She sang,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
She moaned,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
She sang,
With a mortal passion,
She died

That a sad dove
Sings to her every morning
At the lonely little house,
With its doors wide open,
They swear that dove
Is nothing more than her soul,
That still waits for her
For the unfortunate to return.

Cucurrucucu
Dove,
Cucurrucucu
Don't cry,
Stones never,
Dove
Will they ever know
About love!
Cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu...
Dove, don't cry anymore