rogaciano

linda ronstadt

la huasteca is in mourning

its huapanguero has died

you can no longer hear that falsetto

which is the soul of the troubadour. rogaciano he was called

rogaciano the huapanguero

and they were sones of the sierra

mountains

the songs of the troubadours. azucena and cecilia

are crying

crying inconsolably

malaguena salerosa*

their bard has gone. the cane is ready

today begins the milling

the sugar mill is in mourning

and sighs with each turn. in the green coffee plantations

far beyond that pasture

there are those who say that in the

nighttime

the huapanguero appears. azucena and cecilia

are crying

crying inconsolably

malaguena salerosa*

their bard has left.