It's evening, golden carpets
They extend slowly in silent emotion
The olive tree in its rough cracks
Thousands of old inexplicable thoughts
The tired olive tree, without bark and inclined
Sinks it's roots in the stony earth
Becomes agitated begging mercy, mercy
And rises with each awful and wandering wind
I will see you from my cloud, my store this shaken
In the threshold, shades extend as they would be in a ball.
The horizon is reddish as flames
You came closer, even being far
How did you arrive to me? the road is so long
I remember that you always told me:
Being baby even walking "on my four"
Your knew that I would be for you a wild son.
I remember, I felt fear for a very serious father
That suddenly lights his anger
Was this my childhood, could I erase it forever?
Will we never go for a walk together?
Your name murmurs in my drowned voice,
And I admit that now very little can I tell
My father prevented me, is forbidden to pamper,
Because the end is only sadness
Anger and rage...
When leaving house, a rainy day of autumn
Your voice prevented me:
"Cover with a scarf and an overcoat
G-d will keep you from catching a cold and fall sick"
Your voice follows me, even behind the door
I still listen very well to it....
When returning home you received me with an anger expression
That it caresses me smiling
And when the sprinkle, the anger, the chaos, finishes
Will you reprehend me again as before?
I admit myself: there is not anything better than the melody
That sprang from your angry voice
How many are the days of terror and fright among our people
Nights of death and scaffold?
Will you come, mother? You will tell me
If suddenly you found me?
If you came, if you came, in tempests and storms
Would you return again to reproach your wild son?
Still I remember your angry and good voice
This one, your voice I will remember until the end
The river, the river of my small town
Invited me to wake up to the dawn
I prepared the net secretly
And hoped the fish to arrive
Toward the river, toward the river I escaped in silence
As a colorful game the hours passed;
Wave after wave, and meanwhile the evening arrived
But fish, I was not able to catch
How dark, powerful and deep the forest,
Wrapped together with it flames and fears
Perturbed and confused you looked for me, to the lost boy
The whole day absent of house
But the mischievous boy returned, he didn't lose
How much you worried then, mother, for him
Surround me until today the days I enjoyed
Next to the river in my native town.
The river, who pulled up the secret of papyrus rush?
How reddened it's waters? How silenced it's laugh!
Your image, observes me without saying anything
It walks toward me from far.