O ronsel de papá (gl – en)

O plan era amarte
ainda que non sabía nin por onde
saían as estrelas

O plan era coidarte
durmir rendido ao teu carón
a liturxia da miña relixión 

O plan era remendar os erros
non volver aos berros
sobre o cuarto dos nenos

O plan era un traballo esgotador
endereitar a órbita dos astros
para que lucira perfecta

O plan era ser sobrehumano
pódesme crer, malia a vontade
Tampouco eu o logrei

In dad’s wake

The plan was to love you
although I didn't even know 
where the stars rose

The plan was to take care of you
sleep surrendered next to you
the liturgy of my religion

The plan was to remedy the mistakes
don't go back to yelling
about the children's room

The plan was exhausting work
straighten the orbit of the celestial bodies
to make it look perfect

The plan was to be superhuman
you can believe me, despite the will
I didn't make it either