La Cigarra
Linda Ronstadt
The Cicada
Don't sing to me anymore, cicada
Let your droning end
Your song here in my soul
Stabs me like a dagger
Knowing that when you sing
You're proclaiming your death
Sailor, sailor
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can't distinguish
If in the depths of the seas
There's a color even darker
Than the color of my sorrows
There's another color even darker
Than the color of my sorrows
A little dove flying
With a wounded chest
Almost about to cry
Told me very distressed
I'm tired of searching
For a love that's reciprocated
Under the shade of a tree
And to the rhythm of my guitar
I joyfully sing this huapango
Because life is ending
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
