Can you still recognize his face,
Now that blood and mud cover him?
Can you still break the bread beside him,
Now that wood breaks his bones?
Can you still think that the unconditional love
Ends where the personal interest begins?
Can't you feel all the consequences on your skin?
His speech became reason of hatred and sneer
On every day for me.
I swore: Ill never think about him anymore,
Ill never speak in his name anymore!
But in my heart there's a burning flame,
Closed inside my bones,
I try to hold it, but I can't... it invades, it devastes!
And you, Father, helpless
Over the sorrow of your Son,
In front of too much hatred you don't know
What to do
When you understand it'll be too late,
You'll already be safe,
And you'll want to barter every single day
Just to be worth.
Until you give it up
Laying down on your comfortable ignorance,
Because, by good luck, at this point
It's too late.
And you, Mother, console him
Just like when he was a child
Hold up his wounded body again,
Once again