Teorema Lyrics

The time has come for my debate.
Staring at her door I await,
frantic heartbeat draws the old man's fragile shape.
Few minutes pass like hours last,
embrace the phantom of my past.

For twenty years I never saw her face,
my little girl abandoned to her grace.
For my cowardice I left without a trace.

As I lift my trembling hands,
I can feel my spirit hoping
for her to understand.
Finally pound the door, revealing fear and doubt
that struggle through this painful score...
there is no escape.