La Cigarra (part. Lila Downs)

Stop singing to me already, cicada, let your droning end
Your song pierces me like a dagger, here in my soul
Knowing that when you sing (do it), you're proclaiming your death

Sailor, sailor (yes), tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can't distinguish if, at the bottom of the seas
There is a color blacker than the color of my sorrows

Hay-la-la-la
Hay-la-la-la
There is a color blacker than the color of my sorrows (olé)

A little dove in flight, with a wounded breast
Almost ready to cry, told me, very distressed
I'm tired of searching for unrequited love

Under the shade of a tree, and to the rhythm of my guitar
I joyfully sing this huapango, because life ends
And I want to die singing, like the cicada dies

Hay-la-la-li
(That's it, Lila) hay-la-la-la
(Olé) hay-la-la-la
And I want to die singing like the cicada dies