They say that at night
He would no longer stop crying;
They say he did not eat,
No longer would he stop drinking.
They swear that heaven itself br/>He shook when he heard her cry,
How he suffered for her,
And even in his death he called her:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh he sang,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gema,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang,
Of mortal passion he died.
That a sad dove
Very Tomorrow he is going to sing to her
To the little house alone
With its little doors wide open;
They swear that that dove
It is nothing other than their soul,
Who is still waiting for the unfortunate woman to return. , cucurrucuc,
Cucurrucuc, cucurrucuc,
Cucurrucuc, paloma, don't cry anymore

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