Natalia Jiménez, Lila Downs - La Cigarra

The applause for Lila Downs Don't sing to me anymore, cicada, let your sing-song end, let your song here, enter my soul like a dagger, knowing that when you sing, you proclaim your death. Sailor, sailor, tell me if it is true that you know, because I cannot distinguish, if at the bottom of the seas there is another color blacker than the color of my sorrows. Haylarala, Haylarala, There is another blacker color. than the color of my regrets. A little pigeon flying with a wounded chest, almost ready to cry, told me very distressed: I'm tired of looking for a reciprocated love.

Under the shade of a tree and to the beat of my guitar, I sing this huapango happily, because life is ending and I want to die singing like the cicada dies. Haylarai, Haylaralai, Haylaralai, And I want to die singing as the cicada dies.