Pan Duro

The grandfather's pocket, a humble shoemaker
Often fell short to feed
The grandchildren who, by life's circumstances those days
We found a place to take shelter in his house

And the lady who worked there in the bakery
Suspected the reasons why, when buying
I asked for so few breads that the return in halves
To make it enough for us, we had to ration

And one day she proposed to me
That for the same price, she would give me more than double

If I took the hard bread left over from the previous day
And how it would be, the idea sounded good to me
And we spent our childhood inventing new tricks
To get the best flavor out of the hard bread

To this day, that memory accompanies me when I smell
The morning bread that I dip in coffee
That's why my hands reach up to the sky
And songs spring from me to thank him
To that God of the impossible who has always been faithful

Because with my hard bread left over from the previous day
I can tell you that he has something better for you
It may be that today you don't see it, but believe and it will come
That day when also when you look back

You will lift your eyes to him and your voice will be filled
With songs of praise for his great faithfulness
If today you eat hard bread, his presence is there
If there is fresh bread in the morning for you

You will lift your eyes to him and your voice will be filled
With songs of praise for his great faithfulness
If today you eat hard bread, his presence is there
If there is fresh bread in the morning with love already prepared for you

For you, for you, for you