Текст и перевод песни Marco Masini - Querido Papa

Querido Papa

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 como disfrutábamos 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 mama sufría contigo.
Luego yo me despertaba asustado por tus gritos,
Te notaba muy nervioso, nunca hablabas ya 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 mi 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, vuelve a ser mi amigo.

Era bello; era bellísimo,
Lo comprendo y te lo escribo,
Cuantas veces tengo que morirme
Para estar de nuevo vivo.

Dear Mom

You seemed so tall, almost like a skyscraper when I was young,
You were my gentle giant, my playmate,
As you counted slowly, I'd hide in the hallway,
And we'd laugh together when you found me.

You were big, you were strong, you commanded great respect,
You were my magical horse galloping through the sky,
I'd put my feet in your shoes and try not to fall,
I felt like a king of the world taking giant steps.

It was beautiful, it was just beautiful,
I remember and I tell you,
You were a perfect example,
You were my best friend.

But one day, little by little, without ever knowing the reason,
You started coming home late and Mom suffered with you.
Then I would wake up scared by your yelling,
I noticed you were nervous, you never talked to me anymore.
Sometimes you would hit me, your words were harsh
And my life was filled with fears and doubts.

It was hard, it was so hard,
I hated you and I tell you,
You were my fallen idol
My torture, my enemy.

To me, carrying your blood was almost a curse,
But in the end it was the same blood that ran through my veins,
And now, Mom, I write to you as I did when I was a child,
As when you used to take me by the hand through your dreams.

Now I'm very confused,
I cry as I write to you,
I haven't lost hope,
Mom, be my friend again.

It was beautiful; it was just beautiful,
I understand and I write to you,
How many times must I die
To be alive again.