Coo coo roo coo coo, paloma
tell her that I'm oh so lonely . . .
Coo coo roo coo coo, paloma
tell her that I love her only . . .
Please, pretty little dove,
hurry to my love, tell her this for me . . .
Since she is far away,
every day is sad, blue as it can be . . .
I couldn't even start,
pouring out my heart, to her in a letter . . .
You, pretty little bird,
you can sing the words, you can tell her better . . .
Coo coo roo coo coo, paloma