Un poco tarde

That day you left
A paper on the table
4 lines that said: Sorry if I leave
And I went after your steps
With the desire to get revenge to shout my despise
Like a cowardly woman
And to throw your damn heart to the dogs

I wanted to follow your footsteps
But something stopped me
It was a child crying
Asking for you
I comforted him as best I could
I hugged him tight
After calling you many times
He fell asleep in my lap
And my hair was a handkerchief that dried his big tear

Since then our son
Forgot that you existed
I told him his mother flew to heaven
Since then your portrait
Always has many flowers
Not missing a prayer he prays to you at night
And if anyone mentions you he says: She died

5 years is not a day, you've arrived a little late
It's useless for you to pretend
To come back here again
The kid is 8 years old and has been praying for you for 5
He tells me you hide
Under the shine of a star
Do you realize you're dead, to me and to him

If you want me to forgive you, for the harm you've done to me
I swear I don't hold
Not even a bit of resentment
If you need anything
Here is my open hand
Everything, everything I offer you
Except crossing that door
And you'll have a little place in my noble heart

But before you go
I'm going to call the boy here
So he doesn't see in your eyes
Not a single tear
Tell him you were a friend
Of his mother and that's why you want to look at him closely
And give him a strong kiss, and never ever come back
For his good or his bad
And never ever come back
For his good or his bad