Mercedes Sosa

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Today I have a special gift, a very special song full of hope dedicated to all the survivors of daily wars. And why should language prevent us from knowing more about the rich culture of far away places? Here's my attempt at translation:

By Argentinian singer Mercedes Sosa : "Como la cigarra"

Like the cicada


I've been killed so many times

I've died so many times

However, here I am, resurrecting

I thank disgrace

and the hand with the knife

because it killed me so badly

that I went on singing

Singing in the sun like the cicada

after a whole year beneath the earth

like a survivor

returning from war

I've been erased so many times

I've disappeared so many times

I even went to my own funeral

alone and crying

I tied a a knot in my handkerchief

but later I forgot

that it had not been the only time

that I had gone on singing

Singing in the sun like the cicada

after a whole year beneath the earth

like a survivor

returning from war

As many times as you've been killed

you will resurrect.

How many nights will you spend in despair
and in the moment of shipwreck and darkness

someone will come to your rescue

to go on singing

Singing in the sun like the cicada

after a whole year beneath the earth

like a survivor

returning from war