Vuelan insectos del verano
huyendo de la llovizna
para ocultarse en el monte
donde no alcance la brisa.

Se recogen las hormigas
porque van a invernar
enfiladas a su guarida
cargadas de un gran manjar.

Las cigarras ya levantan
su algarabía al cantar
para que arrecie la lluvia
sobre el seco pastizal.

Los grillos con su cricri
se ocultan para cantar
la tediosa melodía
de ese canto peculiar.

Arreciando está la lluvia
salen los sapos a croar
a saltar entre las charcas
y empezar a procrear.

El canto de la cigarra
es el canto de la señal
de cuánto dure la lluvia
hasta apagar su cantar.

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WAKE UP THE CICADA

smells like wet earth
scent of distant dew
the song comes alerting
from the snoring of cicadas.

fly summer insects
running from the drizzle
to hide in the mountains
where the breeze does not reach.

ants are collected
because they are going to winter
headed for their lair
loaded with a great delicacy.

The cicadas are already rising
his merriment when singing
for the rain to come down
on the dry grassland.

The crickets with their cricri
they hide to sing
the tedious melody
of that peculiar song.

Heavier is the rain
the toads come out to croak
to jump between the ponds
and start procreating.

The song of the cicada
is the song of the signal
how long does the rain last
until you turn off your singing.