Rogaciano El Huapanguero

(album: Canciones De Mi Padre - 1987)

[Spanish:]

La huasteca esta de luto
Se murio su huapanguero
Ya no se oye aquel falsete
Que es el alma del trovero

Rogaciano se llamaba
Rogaciano el huapanguero
Y eran sones de la sierra
Las canciones del trovero

La Azucena y la Cecilia
Lloran, lloran sin consuelo
Malaguena Salerosa
Ya se fue su pregonero

El canal esta en su punto
Hoy comienza la molienda
El trapiche esta de duelo
Y suspira en cada vuelta

Por los verdes cafetales
Mas alla de aquel potrero
Hay quien dice que de noche
Se aparece el huapanguero

La Azucena y la Cecilia
Lloran, lloran sin consuelo
Malaguena Salerosa
Ya se fue su huapanguero

[English translation: Rogatian The Huapanguero]

La huasteca is in mourning
Its huapanguero has died
You can no longer hear that falsetto
Which is the soul of the troubadour

Rogatian he was called
Rogatian the huapanguero
And they were sones of the sierra mountains
The songs of the troubadours

Azucena and Cecilia
Are crying, crying inconsolably
Malagueña 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
Malagueña Salerosa
Their bard has left