Domingo Dia Del Padre

Father's Day Sunday
In a nursing home
There's a grandfather
Staring into infinity

It's 10 in the morning
And his children haven't arrived
He thinks it must be work
And wants to justify it

Maybe the grandchildren arrived
They'll have to make the barbecue
In the afternoon, everyone will come
To entertain me for a while

But there's a clock ticking
And he doesn't want to look at it
Today, like never before
The hours have flown by

Introduction

It's already 6 in the evening
Those who were here have left
Relatives of another grandfather
Because his own didn't come

What will those children think
Who abandoned their father
They must believe that on earth
There's no one to judge them

There's a cold mate over there
Waiting for human warmth
Like the caresses await
The face of that elderly man

It's already 10 at night
The lights have gone out
And in the corner of a room
There's a grandfather crying

His companions said
They heard him murmuring
Father's Day Sunday
Why did they have to invent it