Mother, there's a man at the door,
He asks for a piece of bread,
He's ill, very ill
He asks that I let him in,
He says that he's my father,
And he wants to give me a kiss,
Mother, why did you tell me I had no father?
My son, he is your father,
And I always denied it to you,
Because the day you were born,
He abandoned us for another woman,
But if you're not against what he's done,
And you want to forgive him,
Give him the kiss that he asks for,
Tell him he may give it to you.
Lord, I have no father,
He died long ago,
Take the bread you ask of me,
And may God forgive you,
And should you ever feel hungry again,
Don't torment yourself,
Remember that at this door,
You'll have a piece of bread.