Paroles et traduction Gian Franco Pagliaro - Querido Papá

Querido Papá

Parecías alto, altísimo, cuando yo era muy pequeño,
eras mi gigante bueno, compañero de mis juegos,
mientras tú contabas lento, me escondía en el pasillo,
y cómo nos reíamos cuando al fin dabas conmigo.
Eras grande, eras muy fuerte, inspirabas gran respeto,
eras mi caballo mágico trotando por el cielo,
me metía en tus zapatos intentando no caerme,
me sentía el rey del mundo dando pasos de gigante.
Era bello, era bellísimo,
lo recuerdo y te lo digo,
eras un perfecto ejemplo,
eras mi mejor amigo.
Pero un día, poco a poco, sin saber cual fue el motivo,
regresabas tarde a casa y mamá sufría contigo.
Luego yo me despertaba asustado por tus gritos,
te notaba muy nervioso, no querías hablar conmigo.
Otras veces me pegabas, tus palabras eran duras
y mi vida se llenaba de temores y de dudas.
Era duro, era durísimo,
yo te odiaba y te lo digo,
eras mi ídolo caído
mi tortura, mi enemigo.
Para mí llevar tu sangre era casi una condena,
pero al fin era la misma que corría por mis venas,
y ahora, padre, te lo escribo, como cuando era pequeño,
como cuando me llevabas de la mano por tus sueños.
Ahora estoy muy confundido,
lloro mientras te lo escribo,
la esperanza no he perdido,
padre, siempre te he querido.
Era bello; era bellísimo,
lo hablo siempre con mis hijos
padre no, no sé que decirte
sólo quiero ser tu amigo.

Dear Father

You seemed tall, very tall, when I was very young,
you were my gentle giant, playmate of my games,
while you were slowly counting, I was hiding in the hall,
and when you found me, oh how we laughed.
You were big, you were very strong, inspiring great respect,
you were my magic horse trotting through the sky,
I slipped into your shoes trying not to fall
I felt like the king of the world taking giant steps.
You were beautiful, very beautiful,
I remember and I tell you,
you were a perfect example,
you were my best friend.
But one day, little by little, without knowing the reason,
you came home late and mom was suffering with you.
Then I would wake up scared by your screams,
I noticed that you were very nervous; you didn't want to talk to me.
Other times you would hit me, your words were harsh
and my life was filled with fear and doubt.
You were tough, very tough,
I hated you and I tell you,
you were my fallen idol
my torture, my enemy.
To me it was almost a curse to have your blood,
but after all it was the same blood that ran through my veins,
and now, father, I write it to you, as when I was little,
as when you carried me by the hand through your dreams.
Now I am very confused,
I cry as I write to you,
I haven't lost hope,
father, I have always loved you.
You were beautiful; you were very beautiful,
I always talk about it with my children
father, I don't know what to tell you
I just want to be your friend.