It was in a village, it was in a very nice village
Where God created a star, the greatest of my homeland,
From my Mexican homeland,
It was in Rosario Sinaloa, where God created my Lola
And the full of feeling, voice, love and temperament,
And today around the world tremola, the name of Lola,
Lola the Great, Lola the Queen, who lives Lola
Cucurrucuc ?, (Cucurrucuc?), Pigeon, Cucurrucuc ?, do not cry,
They say that at night he was not going to cry
They say he did not sleep, he was just going to take
Swear that the same sky, shuddered to hear his cry
How did I suffer? for her, that even in his death he was calling her
Cucurrucuc ?, dove, Cucurrucuc ?, do not cry
I'm tired, to cry and it's not dawn,
I do not know whether to curse you or pray for you
I am afraid, to look for you and to find you
Where, they assure me, my friends, that you're leaving
There are times when I would like to, better break it
And tear off the nails of my penar
But my eyes, they die, without looking at your eyes
And my love, with the aurora again awaits you
Fluttering the destroyed nest, a yellow chest sparrow
With her wings almost bleeding, her little bird is looking for
When she gets tired, she stops and sings, until she seems to be crying
Then he goes away and goes singing, God only knows, if he goes crying
While the heifers are, in the tentadero
Unique and nothing more, nothing more, for the bullfighters
Outside the circle, by the way made of stones
Sitting a child cries, sitting crying in silence
With his crush he wipes his bullfighter's tears,
With his crush he wipes his bullfighter's tears,
Suddenly the beautiful night, has seen something and is crying
Doves, white doves, come from the sky and come down
Lies, if they are handkerchiefs, white handkerchiefs full of tears
That fall like white frost, on the boy who has agonized
Silence, silence, that our Lola, is resting
Only among all we can make this a better place :)