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They say that by the nights
did not more go him itself in pure to cry;
they say that did not eat,
Did not more it go him itself in pure to take.
They swear that the same sky
it trembled upon hearing its crying,
how suffered for her,
And even in its death was it calling:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it sang,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh moaned,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it sang,
Of mortal passion moría.
That a sad dove
very early in the morning is going to sing him
to the alone little house
with its puertitas of pair in pair;
they swear that that dove
is not another thing more than its soul,
that still expects
To that the unhappy one return.
Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú do not cry.
The stones never, dove,
What do they be going to know of loves?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, dove, no longer cry him
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