La cigarra [English translation]

Don't sing to me anymore cicada ,

finish your song

because your song is like a dagger through my soul,

knowing that ,when you are singing

you're going spreading your mind around

Sailor, sailor

tell me if it's true that you know it

because I can't distinguish

if in the bottom of the sea

there is other darkest black color

than the color of my sorrows

Haylai, hailarala, haylarala

there is other darkest black color

than the color of my sorrows

A little pigeon with the chest wounded

he got so upset and crying, he told me

that he got tired of looking for

a requited love

Under the shadow of a tree

and the rhythm of my guitar

I'm singing this * Huapango

because life is ending

and I want to die singing

like it dies the cicada

Haylai, hailarala, haylarala

and I want to die singing

like it dies the cicada -