La cigarra [English translation]

Don’t sing to me anymore, cicada

Let your singsong end

For your song here in my soul

Stabs me like a dagger

Knowing that when you sing

You are announcing that you are going to your death.

Sailor, sailor

Tell me if it is true that you know,

Because I cannot distinguish,

Whether in the depths of the seas

There is another color blacker

Than the color of my sorrows.

(Falsetto break interlude)

There is another color blacker

Than the color of my sorrows

A little dove came flying

That bore a wounded breast

Now almost crying

He said to me, very afflicted

Now I am weary of searching for

A mutual love.

Under the shade of a tree

And to the beat of my guitar

I joyfully sing this huapango

Because my life is finished

And I want to die singing

As the cicada dies

(Falsetto break interlude)

And I want to die singing

As the cicada dies