Como La Cigarra
María Elena Walsh
Like a Cigar
So many times they killed me
So many times I died
However I am here
Resurrecting
Thanks I give to the misfortune
And to the hand with dagger
Because it killed me so badly
And I continued singing
Singing to the sun like the cicada
After a year under the earth
Like a survivor
Returning from the war
So many times they erased me
Many disappeared
To my own funeral I was
Alone and crying
I tied a knot in my handkerchief
But I forgot afterwards
That it was not the only time
And I came back singing
Singing to the sun like the cicada
After a year under the earth
Like a survivor
Returning from the war
So many times you were killed
So many you will resurrect
So many nights you will pass
Desiring
At the time of the shipwreck
And that of the darkness
Someone will rescue you
To go singing
Singing to the sun like the cicada
After a year under the earth
Like a survivor
Returning from the war