I am Esmeralda Agr n, Senora

I know I've no right to speak


My son is not the savage boy you see


The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair

It hides the child I nursed and bathed, Senora





Please don't turn your eyes from me

Your son, gone to God and mine to blame


My fated son, he too is gone


The state will see to that, I am sure, Senora

The state will see to that, I am sure





You Spanish people, you come to this country

Nothing here changes your lives


Ungrateful immigrants asking for pity


When all of your answers are knives




This city makes a cartoon of a crime


Capes and umbrellas, the glorification of slime

I have to face this horror, Senora





My religion asks me to pray for the murderer's soul

But I think you'd have to be Jesus on the cross


To open your heart after such a loss




Can I forgive him?


Can I forgive him?


No, I cannot

Can I forgive him?


No, I cannot




Friends become strangers


Compassion is hard to express in words


The trembling flowers they bring fear in the roots and the stem

What happened to me they know could happen to them





Can I forgive him?

No, I cannot


Can I forgive him?

No




Only God can say forgive

His Son too received a knife


But we go on, we have to live

With this cross we call our life




Feels like a bomb fell

And wave after wave come the aftershocks




You can't believe that it's true

There must be some mistake


You drift through this nightmare

From which you can't wake




Can I forgive him?

Can I forgive him?

No, I cannot

Can I forgive him?


Can I forgive him?

No, I cannot




Can I forgive him?

Can I forgive him?

No, I cannot

Can I forgive him?


No, I cannot