Once my father told me
I should never lie
But he also forgot
To tell me the truth
About the world's reality
That I would end up knowing
About the traumas that we only feel
After we grow up
Talked about the angels that I've met
In the delirium of the burning fever
Of my little body that suffered
Without understanding a thing
One night my wife
Seeing my shivering sleep
Said that nightmares are
Some sleeping problem
During the day we try
To disguise with smiles
Something that in our soul
We are able to suffocate
My father tried to fable
And decorate the things I used to see
But those angels are now gone
After I've grown up
From my now distant childhood
I've lost those angels in time
My dad used to feel what I feel now
After I've grown up
Now I know what my father
Tried to hide from me
Sometimes lies
Also help us to eat
Maybe someday I will also
Have to lie to my son
To decorate the ways
That he might one day follow
My father tried to fable
And decorate the things I used to see
But those angels are now gone
After I've grown up
From my now distant childhood
I've lost those angels in time
My dad used to feel
Used to feel what I feel now
After I've grown up
My father tried
Tried to fable...