Cover Song Historia de las Sillas / History of Chairs by @davidcentenor.

Life puts things on us, takes us, challenges us, brings us, takes us away, rejoices us, saddens us, life is endless things that are for us, sometimes in good, sometimes in bad, and this particular song is about that, "History of Chairs" of the great composer and singer Silvio Rodríguez, is deep song, on the way, and the things that interfere with our lives and projects, will like this song, I hope that the whole family will enjoy my humble performance, #hive hug for all.

Historia de las Sillas

Silvio Rodríguez

En el borde del camino hay una silla
La rapiña merodea aquel lugar,
La casaca del amigo esta tendida
El amigo no se sienta a descansar,
Sus zapatos de gastados son espejos
Que le queman la garganta con el sol,
Y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo
Que le seca con la sombra el sudor

En la punta del amor viaja el amigo
En la punta más aguda que hay que ver,
Esa punta que lo mismo cava en tierra
Que en las ruinas, que en un rastro de mujer,
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
Es por eso que es madera y es metal,
Es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas
Que razones de banderas y arsenal

El que tenga una canción tendrá tormenta
El que tenga compañía, soledad,
El que siga buen camino tendrá sillas
Peligrosas que lo inviten a parar,
Pero vale la canción buena tormenta
Y la compañía vale soledad,
Siempre vale la agonía de la prisa
Aunque se llene de sillas la verdad.

History of Chairs

Silvio Rodríguez

At the edge of the road is a chair
The prey prowls that place
The friend's house is lying
The friend doesn't sit down to rest
His worn shoes are mirrors
Burn your throat with the sun
And through his tiredness passes an old
That dries him with the shade of sweat

At the tip of love travels the friend
At the sharpest tip to see
That tip that the same thing digs on the ground
That in the ruins, that on a trail of woman
That's why he's a soldier and he's a lover.
That's why it's wood and it's metal
That's why the same thing sows roses
What flag and arsenal reasons

Whoever has a song will have a storm
Whoever has company, loneliness,
Whoever's on track will have chairs
Dangerous to be invited to stop,
But it's worth the song good storm
And the company is worth solitude,
It's always worth the agony of haste
Even if the truth is filled with chairs,