Текст и перевод песни Los Angeles Negros - Cucu Rucucú Paloma

Cucu Rucucú Paloma

Dicen que por las noches
Nomás se le iba en puro llorar
Dicen que no comía
Nomás 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 fue llamando

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay), paloma
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay), no llores
Las piedras jamás (las piedras jamás), paloma
Qué van a saber (que van a saber) de amores

Que una paloma triste
Muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola
Con sus puertitas de par en par

Dicen que esa paloma
No es otra cosa más que su alma
Que todavía le llora
Pa' que regrese la desgraciada

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay), paloma
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay), no llores
Las piedras jamás (las piedras jamás), paloma
Qué van a saber (que van a saber) de amores

Cucu rucucú
Cucu rucucú
Cucu rucucú
Paloma, ya no le llores (ah)

Coo-Coo Paloma

They say that at night
All he did was cry
They say that he didn't eat
All he did was drink

They swear that the sky itself
Shivered when it heard his cries
How he suffered for her
That even in his death he was calling her name

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), my dove
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), don't cry
The stones never (the stones never), my dove
What do they know (what do they know) about love

That a sad dove
Will sing to him very early in the morning
To the lonely little house
With its doors wide open

They say that that dove
Is nothing more than his soul
That still weeps for her
So that the wretch will return

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), my dove
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), don't cry
The stones never (the stones never), my dove
What do they know (what do they know) about love

Coo-coo
Coo-coo
Coo-coo
My dove, don't cry for him anymore (ah)