Cantico

In a time that is increasingly
A world of wolves coming down
You tell me you wish he were here
Among us...

And you would then want him to see
The river foams
And the seas of troubles
Its beautiful waters
More and more deadly and less sisterly...

I don't know
But if the sky is no longer the same
How can he
Tell the wind 'you are my brother'
I don't know, I don't know...

What's the use you say
Of all that excess
If we are all the same
All more alone because
Of that beautiful land of his, like a mother
We are all a bit orphaned by now
Every day more...

In this time that is increasingly
A world of wolves coming down
Friend, you would like to find that man
In each of us...

I don't know
If I have the strength to forgive
When being good and not causing harm
Is already enough for me...

But if you tell me that loving
Is giving the best of oneself
There is much to do
I agree with you
For those creatures of his, less and less sung about
More and more garbage
More and more abandoned...
In every sense... In every sense...

Praised be...