Como La Cigarra

So many times they killed me, so many times I died,
however, I'm here resurrecting
I give thanks to misfortune and to the hand with a dagger
because it killed me so badly and I kept singing

Singing to the sun like the cicada
after a year under the ground
just like a survivor
returning from the war

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

Singing to the sun...

So many times they killed you, so many times you will resurrect
how many nights will you spend despairing
And at the hour of shipwreck and darkness
someone will rescue you to go on singing

Singing to the sun...