El Huapanguero (rogaciano)

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
Malagueña Salerosa
Their town crier has left

The sugar cane field is ready
Today the milling begins
The sugar mill is in mourning
And sighs with every turn

Among the green coffee plantations
Beyond that pasture
Some say that at night
The huapanguero appears

La Azucena and La Cecilia
Weep, weep inconsolably
Malagueña Salerosa
Their town crier has left