Hive Openmic week 50 - Cover Song Como la cigarra by @omairita.

My dear children of #hive, today I am facing a very interesting and important challenge, because I am singing for the Hive Openmic in its 50th week, and the theme even harder to try a song, as expected by my son @davidcentenor and @danieldedosd2 insisted that he participate, and here I am with a song of those that are a classic, from the voice of Latin American Mercedes Sosa "Como la Cigarra" a song that evokes those people who, even if they die, are still in force, his thoughts are still alive, that is, even after his departure, they are still with us, as a rebirth, I thank infinitely my son @davidcentenor for always being with the guitar doing that magic with his fingers, that my children of #hive are well.

Como la Cigarra

Mercedes Sosa

Tantas veces me mataron
Tantas veces me morí
Sin embargo estoy aquí resucitando
Gracias doy a la desgracia
Y a la mano con puñal
Porque me mató tan mal
Y seguí cantando,
Cantando al sol como la cigarra
Después de un año bajo la tierra
Igual que sobreviviente
Que vuelve de la guerra,
Tantas veces me borraron
Tantas desaparecí
A mi propio entierro fui sola y llorando
Hice un nudo del pañuelo
Pero me olvidé después
Que no era la única vez
Y seguí cantando,
Cantando al sol como la cigarra
Después de un año bajo la tierra
Igual que sobreviviente
Que vuelve de la guerra,
Tantas veces te mataron
Tantas resucitarás
Cuántas noches pasarás desesperando
Y a la hora del naufragio
Y la de la oscuridad
Alguien te rescatará
Para ir cantando,
Cantando al sol como la cigarra
Después de un año bajo la tierra
Igual que sobreviviente
Que vuelve de la guerra.

Like the cicada

Mercedes Sosa

So many times I was killed
So many times I died
Yet I'm here resurrecting
Thank you I give to misfortune
And hand in hand with dagger
Because he killed me so badly.
And I kept singing,
Singing in the sun like the cicada
After a year underground
Just like survivor
Coming back from the war,
So many times they erased me
So many I disappeared
To my own burial I went alone and crying
I tied a knot of the handkerchief
But I forgot later
That it wasn't the only time
And I kept singing,
Singing in the sun like the cicada
After a year underground
Just like survivor
Coming back from the war,
So many times they killed you.
So many of you will be resurrected
How many nights you'll spend despairing
And at the time of the shipwreck
And the one in the dark
Someone will rescue you
To sing,
Singing in the sun like the cicada
After a year underground
Just like survivor
He's coming back from the war.