I'm willing to travel to the ends of the earth
and without resentment, search for what is most sacred:
he's the man who bestowed life onto me
and then left me in the bosom of love
of my beloved mother.
And that's why I'm leaving,
because I'm unsatisfied until I see his face,
I need to find him, at a table in a bar
on in a tavern in some town.
They say he's 'round1, that he's 'round
going door to door,
asking for me but unable to find me,
he doesn't know who I am, I've lost him too,
but I'll fight until I'm able to see my beloved father's end.
And that's why, Lord, I beg you to hear my prayers
give forgiveness soon to my father, whom in the end
I never got to meet in my life.
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