About the song
Linda Ronstadt, a name synonymous with remarkable versatility and emotive power, presents a poignant rendition of the traditional Mexican song “La Cigarra.” With a career spanning several decades, Ronstadt has captivated audiences worldwide through her extraordinary ability to cross genres and touch hearts. In “La Cigarra,” she delves into the rich tapestry of Latin American music, showcasing not only her vocal prowess but also her deep appreciation for the cultural heritage embedded in this song.
“La Cigarra,” which translates to “The Cigarette” in English, is a classic piece that evokes a sense of nostalgia and melancholy. Originally a popular Mexican bolero, the song captures the essence of longing and reflection through its poetic lyrics and haunting melody. The song metaphorically likens the transient nature of a cigarette to the fleeting nature of life and love, a theme that resonates deeply with listeners familiar with the emotional depth of Latin American music.
Linda Ronstadt’s interpretation of “La Cigarra” is both intimate and powerful. Her voice, with its rich timbre and emotional depth, brings a unique blend of sensitivity and strength to the song. She effortlessly bridges the gap between her American roots and the traditional Latin American style, creating a performance that feels both authentic and refreshing.
For those who appreciate the nuances of musical storytelling and the beauty of traditional Latin American songs, Ronstadt’s “La Cigarra” offers a touching and memorable experience. It serves as a testament to her ability to honor and celebrate diverse musical traditions while infusing them with her distinctive artistry.
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Lyrics
Ya no me cantes, cigarra
Que acabe tu sonsonete
Que tu canto aquí en el alma
Como un puñal se me mete
Sabiendo que cuando cantas
Pregonando vas tu muerte
Marinero, marinero
Dime si es verdad que sabes
Porque distinguir no puedo
Si en el fondo de los mares
Hay otro color mas negro
Que el color de mis pesares
¡Ay, la, ra, la!
¡Ay, la, ra, la!
¡Ay, la, ra, la!
Hay otro color mas negro que el color de mis pesares
Un palomito al volar
Que llevaba el pecho herido
Ya casi para llorar
Me dijo muy afligido:
Ya me canso de buscar
Un amor correspondido
Bajo la sombra de un árbol
Y al compas de mi guitarra
Canto alegre este huapango
Porque la vida se acaba
Y quiero morir cantando
Como muere la cigarra
¡Ay, la, ra, la!
¡Ay, la, ra, la!
¡Ay, la, ra, la!