Текст и перевод песни Los Panchos - Cu-cu-ru-cu-cu paloma

Cu-cu-ru-cu-cu paloma

Dicen que por las noches nomás se le iba en puro llorar
Dicen que no dormía, nomás se le iba en puro tomar
Cuentan que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto
Como sufrió por ella, que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando

"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu", cantaba
"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu", reía
"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu", lloraba
De pasión mortal moría

Una paloma blanca muy de mañana le iba a cantar
A su casita sola, con sus puertitas de par en par
Dicen que esa paloma no era otra cosa más que su alma
Que todavía la espera a que regrese la desdichada

"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu", paloma
"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu", no llores
Las piedras, jamás, paloma
¿Qué van a saber de amores?

Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu, cu-cu-rru-cu-cu
Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu, cu-cu-rru-cu-cu
Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu
Paloma, ya no le llores

Cu-cu-ru-cu-cu paloma

They say that at night he would only cry
They say he didn't sleep, he only drank
They say the very heavens trembled at the sound of his weeping
How he suffered for her, that even in his death he called her name

"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu," he sang
"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu," he laughed
"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu," he cried
He died of a mortal passion

A white dove would sing to him every morning
To his lonely little house, with its doors wide open
They say that dove was nothing more than his soul
That he still waits for her to return, the unfortunate one

"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu," dove
"Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu," don't cry
Stones, never, dove
What will they know about love?

Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu, cu-cu-rru-cu-cu
Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu, cu-cu-rru-cu-cu
Cu-cu-rru-cu-cu
Dove, don't cry for him anymore