Linda Ronstadt
the cicada
Don't sing to me anymore, cicada
Let your singsong end
For your song, here in the soul
Stabs me like a dagger
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming that you are
going to your death
Sailor, sailor
Tell me if it is true that you know
Because I cannot distinguish
If in the depth of the seas
There is another color blacker
Than the color of my sorrows.
A little dove upon flying
Bearing a wounded breast
Was about to cry
And told me very afflicted
I'm tired of searching for
A mutual love.
Under the shade of a tree
And to the beat of my guitar
I sing this huapango happily
Because my life is ending
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies.
- :
- Document
- Sausalito 73
- Just One Look
- Party Girl: Radio Broadcast 1982
- Silver Threads
- A Party Girl In Dallas
- Duets
- Heart Like A Wheel
- Miscellaneous
- Hasten Down The Wind
- The Platinum Collection
- Take It Easy: The Sound of California, Volume 1
- Women in Rock: An Intimate Portrait
- Sounds of the Seventies: 1977
- Simple Dreams
- The Very Best of Linda Ronstadt
- Chick Flicks
- Brokeback Mountain (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)...
- Best Seventies Album In The World... Ever! Volume 1
- Massive Hits 70s