Sometimes the sky is
So cold and I am so alone.
Sometimes the clouds are
So black and I am so weak.
Sometimes the world is
So big and I am so small –
And I am a child again.

I want to run, run to your open arms,
Feel your good eyes in mine -
But you, father, are so far away...

Father mine,
We didn't have the time...
Father mine,
Why did thou bid my father leave?
I cannot comprehend...
I beg thee: lend me thy hand,
Father mine.

It wasn't strength
Which kept me a-walking
As I followed the black thing,
Laden with flowers:

It was being beyond
Weakness and pain.
I had not yet realized...

All the time
She was clasping my hand,
I felt cold in the rain
And I thought:
"As a weak reed,
How could I help her?"

Father,
Grant me the strength -
I need it so bad.

On the day
We brought you home,
Home to the dust,
The sky did what I couldn’t do
For he wept and he roared.
And it all,
Said my strange calm,
Seemed to befit this day –
And I was a child again.

Father mine...

Pater meus absconditus est,
Deus meus absconditus est:
Quaero patrem meum,
Quaero deum meum.
Ubi es, Pater?
Ubi es, Deus?
Ubi es?

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