Cucurrucucú paloma (con María Elena Leal) - Lola Beltrán, Maria Elena Leal

Dicen que por las noches

Nomas se le iba en puro llorar

Dicen que no comia

Nomas se le iba en puro tomar

Juran que el mismo cielo

Se estremecia al oir su llanto;

Como sufrio por ella

Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,… cantaba

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,… gemia

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,… cantaba

De pasion mortal… moria

Que una paloma triste

Muy de manana le va a cantar

A la casita sola, Con sus puertitas de par en par

Juran que esa paloma

No es otra cosa mas que su alma

Que todavia la espera

A que regrese la desdichada

Cucurrucucu… paloma

Cucurrucucu… no llores

Las piedras jamas, paloma

!Que van a saber de amores!

Cucurrucucu… cucurrucucu…

Cucurrucucu… paloma, ya no llores

They say that at night

He was just going to cry

They say he didn't eat

He was just going to drink

They swear that heaven itself

He shuddered to hear her cry for him;

how he suffered for her

That even in her death she was calling her

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,… I sang

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,… she moaned

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,… I sang

Of deadly passion... he died

what a sad dove

Very early in the morning she is going to sing to him

To the little house alone, with its little doors wide open

They swear that pigeon

It is nothing more than his soul

that she still waits for her

For the unfortunate to return

Cucurrucucu dove

Cucurrucucu… don't cry

The never stones, dove

What are they going to know about loves!

Cucurrucucu… cucurrucucu…

Cucurrucucu… dove, don't cry anymore