A lack of this blog has a clear goal, I leave the lyrics to this beautiful song. Why not just live partridges man
Cu Cu Ru Cu Cu Paloma
say that at night but it was not in pure mourn, They say
ate, but he was just taking,
swear that heaven itself shuddered as her tears go;
As suffered by it, that even in death, he called.
Ay ay ay ay ay sang, ay ay ay ay ay groaned;
Ay ay ay ay ay sang, died of mortal passion.
That a sad dove tomorrow is going to sing to the house alone with her little doors wide;
swear that this dove is nothing more than his soul
that he still hopes to return the ill-fated .
Cu cu ru cu cu paloma, cu cu ru cu cu do not cry;
Stones never, dove, that they know of love.
Cu cu ru cu cu ru cu cu cu cu cu cu ru cu cu Paloma, and not cry.
