When you carry
On your shoulders
The most beautiful
Burden
When your hand shivers
Because he looks like you
When you know it's him
Crying at the dead of night
When you get up
Burning with fever
When your hand shivers
Knowing that he looks like you
You know that in his veins
It's the same blood
It's the same blood
When it flows
It's the long carpet of your life
That unfolds
When you know it's him
Crying at the dead of night
When he coughs
In his foam cot
When he calls you
Always keep in mind
Remember it was him
Frail at the dead of night
And when one day
From the top of a tower
You will see him go
As everyone without a word...