La Cigarra
Maria de Lourdes
The Cicada
Don't sing to me anymore, cicada
Let your chirping end
Your song here in my soul
Stabs me like a dagger
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming your death
Sailor, sailor
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can't distinguish
If at the bottom of the seas
There's a color darker
Than the color of my sorrows
Oh, la-a-a-a!
Oh la-ra-re-e-e-e!
Oh la-ra-ra-a-a-a-a!
There's a color darker
Than the color of my sorrows
A little dove flying
With a wounded chest
Almost arriving
It 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 sing joyfully this huapango
Because life is ending
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
Oh, la-a-a-a!
Oh la-ra-ra-a-a!
Oh la-ra-r-e-e-e!
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
