Como La Cigarra

(Song)

So many times they killed me
so many times I died
yet here I am resurrecting
I give thanks to misfortune
and to the hand with a knife
because it killed so poorly
And I kept on singing.

Singing to the sun like the cicada
after a year underground
just like the survivor
who comes back from war.

So many times they erased me
so many times I disappeared
I went to my own funeral
alone and crying
I tied a knot in my handkerchief
but then I forgot
that it wasn't the only time
and I kept on singing.

Singing to the sun like the cicada
after a year underground
just like the survivor
who comes back from war.

So many times they killed you,
so many times you'll rise again
how many nights will you spend
desperate.
And at the hour of shipwreck
and the hour of darkness
someone will rescue you
to keep on singing.

Singing to the sun like the cicada
after a year underground.
Just like the survivor
who comes back from war.