Don't sing to me anymore cicada
Let your singing end
May your song here in my soul
Like a dagger it gets into me
Knowing that when you sing
Your death is preached
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 more It's black
That the color of my sorrows
A little pigeon flying
That his chest was hurt
Almost ready to cry
He told me very distressed
I'm tired of searching
A reciprocated love
Under the shadow of a tree
And to the beat of my guitar
I sing happily this huapango< br/>Because life ends
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies

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