Die like a cicada, singing - A mexican folk song | Shivpreet Singh

While we are vacationing in Palm Desert, we are listening to Cicadae on trees. Cicadae usually eats out for 2-3 weeks in the summer (after 2-3 years of hibernation), shed their exoskeleton and shrill incessantly to attract females, before dying. Their sound is very loud here and it might be like a buzzing that comes from electrating wiring gone bad.

So I learned a lot about Cicada today (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cicada). The section on symbolism will interest poets. Especially this section about Aesop's fables:

The cicada has represented insouciance (i.e. nonchalance or indifference) since classical antiquity. Jean de La Fontaine began his collection of fables Les fables de La Fontaine with the story La Cigale et la Fourmi (The Cicada and the Ant) based on one of Aesop's fables: in it the cicada spends the summer singing while the ant stores away food , and finds herself without food when the weather turns bitter. [25]

So I am listening to The Cicada, the Mexican folk song about Cicada dies singing. The lyrics in Spanish are below, followed by an English translation. Its a "huapango" was written by Ray Pérez y Soto.

The Cigarette Lyrics
written by Ray Perez and Soto

No longer do you sing me cicada
Let your singsong end
Let you sing here in the soul > Like a dagger it gets me
Knowing that when you sing
Preached you go your death.

Sailor sailor
Tell me if it's true that you knew
Why I can not distinguish
If at the bottom of the seas
There is another color more black
That the color of my sorrows.

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There is another color more black
That the color of my sorrows. >

A little popcorn on the fly
Carrying his wounded chest
Already almost to cry
He said very distressed.
I get tired of looking
A love corresponded.

And I want to die singing
How the cicada dies.

English Translation
The Cicada

Do not 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
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can not distinguish
If in the depth of the seas
There is another color blacker
Than the color of my sorrows.

There is another color blacker than 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
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.

  • Adam Floyd