Aita Semeak
Celtas Cortos
Father and Son
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing,
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing.
We’ll have to see again
The fat cow in the neighborhood,
Once more, there won’t be a shortage
Of old rags on the hook.
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing,
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing.
And the thieves have ransacked
What we had at home,
And here we are half-naked
Always under someone’s thumb.
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing,
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing.
All the blame is ours,
All of it is on us,
Don’t blame anyone else
For killing our homeland.
But I’m young and I’ve got
The future in my hands,
Our homeland won’t die
While I’m still alive.
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing,
Father and son are at the bar
Mother and kids are playing.
