When I look the sky at night
Many constellations at my sight
I still remember my father
Who is now very farther
For my dearest father, I always respect.
The day that we buried you
Oh father! My father I cry for you.
I finally accepted
My father! He is gone and dead.
I always seeking you, on the day I need you.
Oh father! I'm crying! I'm crying!
For your death.
The sorrow I want to see you, was gone.
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