Dime, Padre

Tell me, father, what can we do?
Your children are lost and I don't understand why

Tell me father, every day they get further away
And I really haven't done anything wrong
But they heal their wounds with what will not heal them

I gave them the commandment of love
They would crucify me a thousand times more
But they flee from their creator and their eternal happiness

And we have made them so free
that sometimes it hurts me to think
May this gift and this gift be used for evil

Tell me, father, how to reunite our family?
We offer them eternity, but they prefer to flee

Tell me, father, how to soften his heart?
How to remove this shell formed by pain?

If they knew how much we love them
If they knew that everything has a reason
Tell me, father, how to welcome their souls

If they knew that now we are dependent
That our creation loves us
Our only wish is that your souls are full

Tell me, father, how do we explain to them that they are what we love most?
Tell me father, how do we guide them to that?
What completes them if they take refuge in false goals?

If it destroys us, seeing them hate each other, seeing them hate each other so hard
Tell me, father, how to stop this pain?
I want them to love me, but it's not an obligation
I look at them with my eyes, full of compassion
And I assure you that I accept any type of forgiveness
We just have to wait
Let them hear our voice
Let them see the open doors of this welcoming heaven
That you will always be welcome in the arms of this heart
Who only wants to see them united on earth with their savior

And I make bread, but they don't see me
I sneak into their thoughts, but they don't see me
I get into its bowels, again and again
I cry every day, but they don't see me

Tell me, father, what can I do?
Your children get lost and move away
And I'm afraid that they won't know how to come back

Dad, will they stop crying
I hope those empty roads can be solved
I'll wait until the last second to try again
I won't give up, I really love your children

They do not see that good has already won
May the snake that makes them tremble
My mother has already stepped on it, you just have to look at me
and they will live