Como la cigarra [English translation]

So many times I was killed

many times I died

none the less I'm still here

coming back to life.

I'm gratefull to adversity

and the hand holding the knife

for it did a bad job at killing me

And I carried on singing.

Singing to the sun

Like the cicada does

after a year under the ground

like a survivor

who is coming back from war

So many times I was vanished

Many times I dissapeared

I attended my own funeral

alone and crying.

I made a knot with the handkerchief*

and then I forgot

It was not the first time

and I carried on singing

Singing to the sun

Like the cicada does

after a year under the ground

like a survivor

who is coming back from war

So many times you were killed

many times you will come back to life

How many nights you will spend

in desperation

and when you start drowning

and darkness comes

somebody will rescue you

and carry on singing

Singing to the sun

Like the cicada does

after a year under the ground

like a survivor

who is coming back from war