/ Charles Aznavour)
Father who rules the Universe from high above
Whose name is always in my prayers, dear God of love
Take pity on your daughter
What were my sins which you could not prevent
For which Iíve paid with pain, for which my child was sent
Like a lamb to the slaughter?
I see my damaged son and I must take the blame
You see my torment, do I cry to you in vain?
Canít heaven ease my grieving?
The faith for which Iíve lived, for which I once would die
Now offers me no solace, Father tell me why
I should go on believing?
Father if you control the world,
Why pick on him?
The child conceived in wedlock,
It was not his sin
If you had but allowed me
To bear a punishment I willingly would take
I should have borne my cross like Jesus for his sake
Held my head up high proudly
I suffer mind and heart and carry it for two
He suffer soul and body trying to pursue
And stamp upon his devils
in search of hope, a sign from Heaven, that somehow
We still may change ou fate by killing, even now
The root cause of the evil
Father explain to me, my God show me the way
For I no longer know what I should do or say
Do I show resignation
At seeing him a prisoner or living free?
If it is his own choice then is it right for me
To express indignation?
If he is bored with us and happier elsewhere
Should I discard my own beliefs, and be prepared
To simply be his mother?
He carries death within him, I just tell my beads
I swallow guilt and shame, heís paying for my deeds
Must I leave him to suffer?