HIVE OPEN MIC # 97 🎼 The cigarette - El cigarrillo

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Published on Feb 19, 2022

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Hive Open Mic 97 - The cigarette

El cigarrillo

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Hello friends of hive and the Hive @hiveopenmic community, this time I want to participate with the song "El cigarrillo" by Ana Gabriel because I feel it fits the theme of the week, the story of this song is about how lost a person can feel when they are lonely, who has gone through a breakup and in their sadness their feelings come to the surface expressing them to their cigarette.

A song that has been covered by both women and men, lost or alone in both cases the cigarette can be the only company. I want to point out that I do not smoke and I am not promoting this habit, I respect those who have it, but I do not like it, I hope you enjoy it.

Hola amigos de hive y de la comunidad @hiveopenmic, en esta oportunidad quiero participar con la canción “El cigarrillo” de Ana Gabriel porque siento que se ajusta a la temática de la semana, la historia de esta canción trata de lo perdida que se puede sentir una persona cuando está en soledad, que ha pasado por una ruptura amorosa y dentro de su tristeza salen a flote sus sentimientos expresándolos a su cigarrillo.

Una canción que ha sido versionada tanto por mujeres y hombres, perdida o sola en ambos casos el cigarrillo puede ser la única compañía. Quiero acotar que no fumo ni estoy promoviendo este hábito respeto a quien lo tenga, pero no me gusta, deseo que la disfruten.

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Interprete: Ana María Santacruz
Composer: Freddie Mercury
Genres: Regional Mexican, Pop
Lyrics

Last night I was chatting with my cigarette
I felt tired, tired, tired, bored and so empty
That sometimes I even think I don't even exist
That sometimes I even think I don't even exist

I lit it very slowly, I took a drag
And as I looked at the smoke that was flying in space
I remembered so many things that I thought I had forgotten
I told him all of them while I smoked it.

I told him about you and my longings
I told him about your kisses and my hopes
I told him of your forgetfulness, of my many tears
Of what we lived and that today has turned into nothingness

I told him that it's possible that no one loves me
Because I've tried to live my way
Because I have refused to pay the tribute
Of baseness and sin that the world demands of us today

That maybe I'm finished or that life has defeated me
That I have suffered and I have cried,
That I have fought and I have laughed
And what have I gained for being so understanding
Just living in despair in a world so empty

Last night I was chatting with my cigarette
And when I finished it thinking I was left between sighs
That in this sad verse, which is the world in which I live
He's the only friend I have left

Interprete: Ana María Santacruz
Compositor: Tito Fernández / Música: Roberto Parra / Interprete: Ana Gabriel
Géneros: Regional Mexicana, Pop
Letra

Anoche estuve conversando con mi cigarrillo
Me sentí cansada, cansada, aburrida y tan vacía
Que a veces hasta pienso que ni siquiera existo
Que a veces hasta pienso que ni siquiera existo

Lo encendí muy lentamente, le dí una fumada
Y al mirar el humo que en el espacio se volatizaba
Recordé tantas cosas que creí olvidadas
Se las conté todas mientras que lo fumaba

Le converse de ti y de mis añoranzas
Le conte de tus besos y de mis esperanzas
Le conté de tu olvido, de mis lágrimas tantas
De aquello que vivimos y que hoy se a vuelto nada

Le dije que es posible que a mi nadie me quiera
Porque he intentado vivir a mi manera
Porque me he negado a pagar el tributo
De bajeza y pecado que hoy nos exige el mundo

Que a lo mejor estoy acabada o que la vida me ha vencido
Que he sufrido y he llorado,
Que he luchado y he reído
Y que es lo que he ganado por ser así tan comprensiva
Sólo vivir desesperada en un mundo tan vacío

Anoche estuve conversando con mi cigarrillo
Y al terminarlo pensando me quede entre suspiros
Que en este verso triste, que es el mundo en que vivo
Solo él me va quedando como único amigo