El Huerfadrino
It all started with a roast in my house
I in my mother's belly and my dad with my friends
After a long afternoon where there was a lot of wine
My dad hugged one and says he fondly.
“I've known you recently, but I know you're a good guy,
A child is on the way and needs a godfather”.
“It's an honor for me now to be godfathers
Now open another bottle and we toast until Tuesday”.
After a couple of years the land swallowed the guy,
Not even a letter, not even a teletype.
They're the things of destiny, now I'm the orphather.
Orphather, I don't know my godfather.
It's the things of destiny, listen to what I say you,
They call me the orphather.
Rojai!
Missionary in Swaziland, terrorist or peasant
He sell cars in Albania, what'll become of my godfather?
He'll be fat or he'll be skinny, he'll be one-eyed or he'll be Chinese
He looks like Marlon Brando or he looks like Al Pacino
I just hope that someday, he'll cross my path
I don't even know his name, what do I talk to him? What do I tell him?
He's imprisoned in Ukraine or was run over by a Scania
It was Hannibal's dinner or he was eaten by a cannibal
They're the things of destiny, now I'm the orphather.
Eventually I learned that the matter doesn't matter
I don't feel like a stranger, I just don't have a godfather.
Orphather, I don't know my godfather.
It's the things of destiny, listen to what I say you,
They call me the orphather.
Rojai!