Lyrics
Performed by The Singing Priests of San Francisco
Soloist: Msgr. Floro Arcamo
1
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
Chorus 1:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemía,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
De pasión mortal moría.
2
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.
Chorus 2:
Cucurrucucú paloma,
Cucurrucucú no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
¿Qué van a saber de amores?
Coda:
Cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú,
Paloma, ya no le llores
Free Translation:
They say that at nights
He simply went through by just crying
They say that he wasn’t eating
It simply didn’t suit him just taking some food
They swear that the sky itself
Was vibrating by listening his weeping
How he was suffering for her,
And even when he was dying he was calling at her:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was wailing
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing
He was dying from mortal passion.
That a sad dove
Very early in the morning will sing
At the lonely house
Whose small doors are widely open
They swear that this dove
Is no other (thing) than his soul,
That is still waiting
For the unhappy (woman) to return.
Cucurrucucú dove,
Cucurrucucú don’t cry.
The stones never, dove,
What will they now of loves?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, dove, don’t cry anymore
