Don't sing to me anymore, cicada
Let your droning end
For your song here in my soul
Feels like a dagger piercing me
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming your death

Sailor, sailor
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I cannot distinguish
If at the bottom of the seas
There is a color darker
Than the color of my sorrows

Ay lalala-ah
Ay lara-la
Ay lara-la

There is a color darker
Than the color of my sorrows

A little dove in flight
With its chest wounded
Almost about to cry
Told me very sorrowfully

I am tired of searching
For a love that is reciprocated

Under the shade of a tree
And to the rhythm of my guitar
I sing this huapango joyfully
Because life is ending
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies

Ay lalala-ah
Ay lara-la
Ay lara-la

And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies

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