Caetano Veloso - Cucurrucucu Paloma

From Pedro Almodovar's movie "Talk to Her."

03:59 minutes.




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 sufría por ella, que 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 él todavía la espera a que regrese, la desdichada.

Cucurrucucú, paloma,
Cucurrucucú, no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
Qué van a saber de amores?

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, paloma,
Ya no le llores.

Tomás Méndez



(translation)

They say that at night he did nothing but cry.
They say he didn't eat and did nothing but drink.
They swear that heaven itself shuddered when it heard his cry,
How he suffered for her, calling out to her even as he died.

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he sang.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he wept.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he sang.
As he died of mortal passion.

They say that a sad dove early in the morning comes to sing to him,
To the small house with its little doors wide open.
They swear that the dove is none other than his soul,
That he however is still waiting for her to come back, waiting for her, the wretched.

Cucurrucucú, dove,
Cucurrucucú, don't cry.
The stones never cry, dove,
What do they know of love?

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, don't cry no more.