Cover Song En Estos Días / These Days by @davidcentenor.

Dear friends of #hive, today is Wednesday we enter the middle of the week and I am happy, I feel better and better, as you know I am in treatment of Malaria, today is my tenth day, there I go, little by little, today I wanted to bring you a romantic and beautiful song named "In These Days" by the composer Silvio Rodríguez, the way to sound his guitar make you fly and fly, there is no limit, and its lyrics of the deepest love make the perfect couple for a beautiful song that I hope you enjoy as much as I have done by singing it for all of you family #hive, enjoy it.

En Estos Días

Silvio Rodríguez

En estos días
Todo el viento del mundo sopla en tu dirección
La osa mayor corrige la punta de su cola
Y te corona
Con la estrella que guía
La mía
Los mares se han torcido
Con no poco dolor hacia tus costas
La lluvia dibuja en tu cabeza
La sed de millones de árboles
Las flores te maldicen muriendo
Celosas,
En estos días
No sale el sol
Sino tu rostro
Y en el silencio
Sordo del tiempo
Gritan tus ojos
¡Ay! de estos días terribles
¡Ay! de lo indescriptible,
En estos días
No hay absolución posible para el hombre
Para el feroz, la fiera
Que ruge y canta ciega
Ese animal remoto
Que devora y devora
Primaveras,
En estos días
No sale el sol
Sino tu rostro
Y en el silencio
Sordo del tiempo
Gritan tus ojos,
¡Ay! de estos días terribles
¡Ay! del nombre que lleven
¡Ay! de cuanto se marche
¡Ay! de cuanto se quede
¡Ay! de todas las cosas
Que hinchan este segundo
¡Ay! de estos días terribles
Asesinos del mundo.

These Days

Silvio Rodríguez

These days
All the wind in the world blows in your direction
The mayor of La osa corrects the tip of his tail
And it crowns you
With the guiding star
Mine
The mares have twisted
Without little pain towards your shores
Rain draws on your head
The seed of millions of trees
Flowers curse you dying
Jealous
These days
Without selling the sun
But your face
And in silence
Deaf of time
They scream your eyes
Yes! of these terrible days
Yes! of the indescribable,
These days
There is no possible acquittal for man
For the fierce, the fierce
That roars and sings blind
That remote animal
That devours and devours
Springs
These days
The sun doesn't rise
But your face
And in silence
Deaf of time
They yell your eyes,
alas! of these terrible days
alas! of the name they bear
alas! as soon as he leaves
alas! how long it stays
alas! of all things
They swell this second
alas! of these terrible days
Murderers of the World.