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I love this song that Caetano Veloso performs in Talk To Her by Pedro Almodovar

Dicen que por las noches no ms se le iba en puro llorar.
Dicen que no coma, no ms se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo se estremeca al or su llanto.
Cmo sufra por ella, que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando!

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, gema.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba.
De pasin mortal mora.

Que una paloma triste muy de maana le va a cantar
A la casita sola con sus puertitas de par en par.
Juran que esa paloma no es otra cosa ms que su alma,
Que l todava la espera a que regrese, la desdichada.

Cucurrucuc, paloma,
Wucurrucuc, no llores.
Las piedras jams, paloma,
Qu van a saber de amores?

Cucurrucuc, cucurrucuc,
Wucurrucuc, paloma,
Ya no le llores.

In English:

They say that at night he didn't do anything but cry.
They that he didn't eat and didn't do anything but drink.
They swear that heaven 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.

That a sad dove came that morning to sing to him,
To the small house with its windows open wide.
They swear that the dove is nothing less than his soul,
That is still waiting for her to come back, her, the unfortunate.

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

Cucurrucuc, cucurrucuc,
Cucurrucuc, you don't cry any more.