Original lyrics

EN

Father Don't tell me what to do Father What kind of priest are you? Father What are those marks on your back? What's that blood on your knees? Why are your dreams that black? Father You don't protect your lamb Father I don't trust your hand Father The corn is on your floor Waiting for your sins To grow up even more Father Do you still think of her? Your sweat, still runs down on your face? Do you still remember her legs, that made you burn? The same ones that you opened up To give life to your son