Cover Song Esto no es una Elegía / This is not an Elegy by @davidcentenor.

My dear and beloved friends of #hive, Today I am happy, because I feel very good already I have been 9 days of treatment against malaria and I am really regaining strength, my appetite has returned and that makes me feel good, and this celebrated it singing, also returning to my guitar, which in addition to new had unused time, had given it a small heheed holiday, on this occasion I bring them a song of those rare that do not come out of your mind, Harmony with a lyrics made poetry by its author Silvio Rodríguez make this song special when it comes to performing it, "This is not an Elegy" for all of you in my humble version for all #hive, I hope you enjoy it.

Esto no es una elegia

Silvio Rodríguez

Tú me recuerdas el prado de los soñadores
El muro que nos separa del mar, si es de noche
Tú me recuerdas sentada, ciertos sentimientos
Qué nunca se sabe que traen en las alas
Si vivos o muertos, si vivos o muertos,
Me quito el rostro y lo doblo encima del pantalón
Si no he de decir tu nombre, si ajeno se esconde
No quiero expresión
Suelen mis ojos tener como impresos sus sueños
Risueños,
Tú me recuerdas las calles de La Habana Vieja
La Catedral sumergida en su baño de tejas
Tú me recuerdas las cosas, no sé, las ventanas
Donde los cantores nocturnos cantaban
Amor a La Habana, amor a La Habana,
Esto no es una elegía, ni es un romance, ni un verso
Más bien una acción de gracias
Por darle a mis ansias razón para un beso
Una modesta corona encontrada en la aurora,
Tú me recuerdas el mundo de un adolescente
Un seminiño asustado, mirando a la gente
Un ángel interrogado, un sueño acostado
La maldición, la blasfemia de un continente
Y un poco de muerte, y un poco de muerte.

This is not an Elegy

Silvio Rodríguez

You remind me of the meadow of the dreamers
The wall that separates us from the sea, if it's night
You remember me sitting down, certain feelings
What you never know they bring in the wings
If alive or dead, if alive or dead,
I take off my face and fold it over my pants
If I don't have to say your name, if someone else hides
I don't want expression
My eyes usually have their dreams printed
Laughing,
You remind me of the streets of Old Havana
The Cathedral submerged in its shingle bath
You remind me of things, I don't know, the windows
Where night singers sang
Love of Havana, love of Havana,
This is not an elegy, nor is it a romance, nor a verse
More like a thanksgiving
For giving my cravings reason for a kiss
A modest crown found in the aurora,
You remind me of a teenager's world
A frightened seminiño, looking at people
An angel questioned, a dream lying down
The curse, the blasphemy of a continent
And a little death, and a little Death.