Cucurrucucú, paloma [English translation]

They say that at night

he didn’t do anything apart from crying.

They say he didn’t eat,

he didn’t do anything apart from drinking.

They say that even the heavens

trembled when his cry was heard.

How he suffered for her!

Even when he was dying he was calling her:

"Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay", he was singing,

"Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay", he was moaning,

"Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay", he was singing,

of the mortal torments he was dying.

And a sad dove

early in the morning comes

to an empty house

with wide opened little doors to sing.

They swear that dove

is just his soul

which, as he is still hoping for,

will come back, poor wretch.

Coo-coo-roo-coo, dove

coo-coo-roo-coo, don’t cry.

The stones, dove,

they will never understand what love is.

Coo-coo-roo-coo, coo-coo-roo-coo,

coo-coo-roo-coo, dove,

don’t cry after her anymore.

• Artist:Julio Iglesias
• Album:A México (1975)