Calla

I am not the one to judge you.
If I were God I would save you.
Before you arrived,
the mud you stepped in,
the faults and the sin,
girl, already existed.
Who is the pure one who points.
Where is the just one who punishes.
Who can tell you bad,
if looking at me in your soul,
I feel you more my friend.

Hush!
Don't cry, it's life.

You cry

You beg for redemption.
Mala they call you,
they accuse you, they punish you,
and here over your wound
despair

Be silent!
Your guilt is in life.

Shut up!
You have no heart.

What can I do to save you.
If I were God I would save you.
Let me hold you,
girl, tenderly,
let me join
your sorrows with mine.
Who else but you are paying
all the pain there is in life,
but no, don't think anything,
that although the fool points at you
I feel you more as a friend.