La Mesa

I want a cedar table, brother
Brother carpenter
Where my children can eat, brother
The blessed and eternal bread
It could be made of carob, brother
Or of dream wood
So that my children can dream, brother
In long winter nights

I would like that at my table
No one feels like a stranger
That it be everyone's table
Territory of silence
That it be a Sunday table
Table dressed for celebration
Where my friends sing
Hopes and sorrows

I want a strong table, brother
Brother carpenter
Table from the paternal home, brother
One that withstands time
A table to be alone, brother
And cry in silence
To forget ingratitude, brother
And dream of the return

I would like that at my table
No one feels like a stranger
That it be everyone's table
Territory of silence
That it be a Sunday table
Table dressed for celebration
Where my friends sing
Hopes and sorrows