Ah, La Paterna Mano
Andrea Bocelli
Ah, The Fatherly Hand
O children, my sons!
By that tyrant you were all killed,
and along with you, the unfortunate mother!
Ah, in the clutches of that tiger
Did I leave the mother and the sons?
Ah, the fatherly hand was not a shield for you,
o loved ones,
From the treacherous assassins who fatally
wounded you!
And as a fugitive, hidden, you
vainly called me
With the last gasp, with the last breath.
Ah! pull me towards the tyrant, Lord,
and if he escapes me
May your arms open to him
for forgiveness.
