Papa [English translation]

There's a war raging, dad. Swords from scabbards.

You son barely looks like himself anymore.

Serious eyes; I look inside myself.

Feeling the strength, feeling my love.

I feel that God likes my calm.

I wake, get dressed, pray and head off.

I measure my life in war's footsteps.

I dislike betrayal; I shun everything unworthy.

I try to feel the truth behind every word.

My soul is like the clear sky. Sometimes with tears in my eyes,

I speak with you, mentally.

I'm glad that I came to understand, dad, everything's inside of me. Why sweat?

Some people see war in the world*; I see peace* in war.

I take the microphone in my hands, go to the people and say what I believe.

[Chorus:]

Moscow, Tel Aviv,

Copacabana, Cape Town, New York, the whole world.

Listen to your heart; there are already many of us.

Our love, the name of our God.

[2x]

I see people, dad: dull eyes.

Ruined dreams. Try to figure that out!

Like there's a person next to you, look closer,

And it's as if something changed inside.

Everyone's faces are serous; barely anyone smiles.

And throughout it all, miracles – every blink: we live, we breathe,

We bathe in the sun's rays, we give birth to children,

What's the point of it all if there's no happiness?

There's love where there is strength, dad: I know that for sure.

Some think it's in money, others in the barrel of a gun.

In my life, there were both.

Emptiness. God forbid dying for this.

There's so much love everywhere, dad. You just have to see it.

I thank God that He gave me this.

I don't brag about this. I'm don't want to offend anyone.

I appeal to those with heart.

[Chorus]

I'm glad that I can talk to you about this, dad,

That the time hasn't come to say goodbye; that there's still so much ahead;

That eyes are shining, like in childhood; that I have somewhere to return;

That I have someone to ask for help;

That you understand me, dad; that I understand you;

That there are people in this world who were betrayed,

Who faithfully and lovingly surrender their thoughts to Heaven,

And on Earth, build a shrine, brick by brick, dad.

Here and there, I see: someone comes forward and says:

"I dedicate my life to dreams! I believe in miracles!"

I also believe. Or else, what's the point?

[Chorus x2]

• Artist:Machete