La Cigarra
Operación Triunfo
The Cicada
Don't sing to me anymore, cicada
Let your chirping end
Your song here in my soul
Stabs me like a dagger
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming your death
Sailor, sailor
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can't distinguish
If in the depths of the seas
There is another color darker
Than the color of my sorrows
Haylai, hailarala, haylarala
There is another color darker
Than the color of my sorrows
A little dove flying
With a wounded chest
Almost about to cry
Told me very distressed
I'm tired of searching
For a love that's reciprocated
Under the shade of a tree
And to the rhythm of my guitar
I sing joyfully this huapango
Because life is ending
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
