Текст и перевод песни Nana Mouskouri - Coucourroucoucou Paloma

Coucourroucoucou Paloma

Dicen que por las noches
No más se le iba en puro llorar;
Dicen que no comía,
No más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecía al oír su llanto,
Cómo sufrió por ella,
Y hasta en su muerte la fue llamando:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemía,
Ay, 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 más que su alma,
Que todavía espera
A que regrese la desdichada.
Cucurrucucú paloma, cucurrucucú no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
¿Qué van a saber de amores?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, paloma, ya no le llores

Coucourroucoucou Paloma

They say that at night
He would only cry;
They say he did not eat,
Only drank.
They swear that even the sky
Shook at the sound of his crying,
How he suffered for her,
And even in his death he was calling her:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he groaned,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang,
He was dying of mortal passion.
That a sad dove
Sings to him very early in the morning
At the little house
With its doors wide open;
They swear that this dove
Is nothing but his soul,
Which still waits
For the unfortunate one to return.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, dove, cuckoo, cuckoo, don't cry.
Stones never, dove,
What do they know about love?
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, dove, don't cry anymore