Rogaciano El Huapanguero
Linda Ronstadt
Rogaciano The Huapanguero
The Huasteca is in mourning
Its huapanguero has passed away.
We no longer hear that falsetto
Which is the soul of the troubadour.
His name was Rogaciano
Rogaciano the huapanguero
And the songs of the troubadour
Were melodies from the mountains.
La Azucena and La Cecilia
Weep, weep inconsolably
Malaguena Salerosa
Their town crier has departed.
The canal is ready
Today the milling begins
The sugar mill is in mourning
And sighs with each turn.
Through the green coffee plantations
Beyond that pasture
Some say that at night
The huapanguero appears.
La Azucena and La Cecilia
Weep, weep inconsolably
Malaguena Salerosa
Their huapanguero has left.
