Domingo Dia Del Padre
Carlos Ramón Fernandez
Father's Day Sunday
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
