How time flies, it is not perceived that I am a father
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Summers from childhood to the reality I live in
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Remember how after three the air ran out
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I said wait, you told me look, they will grow a little and you will understand
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Suddenly they are six, another moment seven, and how amazing they are
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But the pressure grew, he built a tower for him
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The heart only has two chambers
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And the conscience also works on Saturdays and holidays
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You have been the mother of the year for years
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I am still a prisoner of fears that...
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I won't be able to make it
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to save, to save, to save
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absorb a bullet instead
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Oh how vulnerable the heart is
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I pray for my children
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Don't let them inherit my scratches
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Let them hug each other
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May they always be healthy
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Want to be there for them just like I promised
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To sit down at the end of the day, knowing that I succeeded
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In the meantime, I'm counting small victories, I'm glad I didn't run away
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To the bathroom or to the computer, I just stopped and listened
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for stories about birds
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For thoughts, for paintings
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For dreams that will one day come true
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For heroes, for princesses
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with the silent eyes
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There is a sea of secrets if you really listen
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Praying for my children
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Don't let them inherit my scratches
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Let them hug each other
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May they always be healthy
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Amen Amen Amen to my children
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Don't let them inherit my scratches
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Let them hug each other
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May they always be healthy
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standing watching in the stands
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watching from the sidelines and cheering
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Also in the abyss, also in the sky
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Leaving everything and coming
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Just hug each other
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May you always be healthy |