I knew your mother well
It seems that she loved me
I could be your father
If you were born in May
My little one
Some nights
Ephemeral
But this
Will you know it
Ever
I knew your mother well
It seemed that I loved her
I would probably be your father
If you were born in May
Does her body have me guarded
Deep in her memory
Would she have given you
The color of my eyes
The shape of my cheeks
A little of my hair
Or only my taste
For songs to drink
I knew your mother well
It seemed that we loved each other
I would probably be your father
If you were born in May
From the depths of your cradle
You watch without looking
This big bearded man, up there
Who looks at you
You still smile at him
By closing your fingers
You don't care, you fall asleep
Over all my stories
Anyone ever
Talked to you about their loves
You call me "my uncle"
Until the end of our days