Father

On your shoulders, like a lion, you carried the whole family

And because of us 

You were left with 

Many sleepless nights.

With sweat and hard work

You conjured bread for our hungry mouths

Out of nothing

And for his children

Built palaces and bridges.

An iron shield 

That protects the family

Flawlessly and bravely

A winged angel, who 

In his bosom, carries 

The whole home.

In his eyes, one can see 

Bliss and sorrow

Mixed with 

A pain, 

On his face is written 

Every one of his children’s tears.

On his bent shoulders 

He carries 

His family 

Taming beasts for them 

And with storms and tempests 

Fights his whole life. 

He is always ready 

To sacrifice himself 

And to die for his children

That is how my father is

The hero of my childhood

Who I will always carry 

In my heart.