Songs that Haunt Me
Well, this is only one, but it's called Cucurrucucú, Paloma and is from the movie "Talk to Her" by Almodovar. I don't know how many of you are into my foreign movie fetish (and to those of you who aren't but like to say they are so you look smart, and you know who you are, PLEASE!), but it's a moving movie that when I hear this song, the tears just flooooooooow.Not really but I'm stifling it back real good now.
At any rate, it's a beaut. I'm not familiar with other versions of the song, but the Caetano Veloso is the one to cry your eyes out to. Translation to follow.
CUCURRUCUCÚ PALOMA
by Tomás Méndez -
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.
Translation for those unfortunates who don't speak anything other than "american" ha.
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.
Cucurrucucú, dove,
Cucurrucucú, don’t cry.
The stones never do, dove,
What do they know of love?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Cucurrucucú, you don’t cry any more.
Watch the movie and weep, damn you, weep!
Happy friday.
Voodoo
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