They say that at night
He just kept crying
They say he didn't eat
He just kept drinking
They swear that the sky itself trembled when they heard her cry
áHow it suffered for her, that until
His death was calling her
Oh, is, is, is, ay, cantaba
Ay, is, is, is, ay, gemÃÂa
Ay, is, is, is, Oh, he sang
Of mortal passion he died
That a very sad dove
Tomorrow he will sing
To the little house alone with the
Little doors wide open
They swear that that dove is not
It is something other than their soul
That he is still waiting
Let her return, the unfortunate one
Cucurrucucú, pigeon
Cucurrucucú, don't cry
Stones never, pigeon
What will they know about loves
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú
Cucurrucucú, dove, don't cry anymore

ENVIAR CORRECCIONES