La cigarra [English translation]

You don't sing to me anymore, Cicada,

your singsong has ended,

like your song in the soul

it kills me like a dagger

knowing when you sing

you're proclaiming your death.

Sailor, sailor

tell me if you really know

because I can't tell

if at the bottom of the oceans

there is a color blacker

than the color of my sorrows.

Haylai, hailarala, haylarala

There's a blacker color

than the color of my sorrows.

A dove in flight,

that had carried the wounded chest

just about to cry,

he told me with regret:

it's already tired of searching for me

an equal love.

Below a tree's shade

at the beat of my guitar

I joyfully sing this huapango

because life is over

and I want to die singing

like how the cicada passes.

Haylai, hailarala, haylarala

and I want to die singing

like the cicada passes.