Father,
Do you remember,
Wear the sweat,
Which flows in your youth ?.
When others are on vacation,
You diligently enlarged the family,
Wife and beloved child,
Without lament and despair.
Now father is no longer young,
Who was once valiant,
Now only children,
Be staggered and spoiled.
Recalling all the struggles,
From the look on your face,
From the roughness of your palms,
From your eyes that will wither,
Father,
A young father,
Not just fostering families,
But building a country,
And father is the master of all
