The Father
Clepsydra Lyrics


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Think of me
when the sun will burn away
even the last of your dreams
think of me
when the moon will shine
on the last of your defeats

I remember in the shadow of poverty
the pride of a young boy
searching for the right ways
running among dust and cries
towards his way
the same one that now belongs to you
don‘t throw to the wind your story
Give it the time to be
Don‘t always turn back
Every time you do it
You loose an important part of you
follow the instinct
when it urges you
towards new stories
only give up when the game
threatens your hole existence

the roots you have inside
are a small part of history
i have lived, too
and those little smiles
a hundred years old
are now part of you
are now part of you
are now part of you

when the sky cries
soaking the undergrowth of society
real cradle of declared vices
making it the slimiest ever
men running away looking for cover
as if they were afraid
that it could melt
their faces all the same
of those too slow
only remain stripes of blood
which thinned by their own murderer
slowly disappear in black holes
of those too stupid
only remain the footprints




used as wedges under the doors
to let the speedy ones through

Overall Meaning

The above lyrics are from the song "The Father" by Clepsydra. The lyrics are about remembering someone even after they are gone. The first stanza says to think of the person when everything else is gone, even the last of your dreams and defeats. The following stanza talks about the memories of poverty and the pride of a young boy who was searching for the right way. The listener is advised not to throw their story away but to give it time to be told. The chorus advises to follow your instincts and to only give up when the game threatens your whole existence. The final stanza speaks of the rainy days and the undergrowth of society where vices reside. It talks of those who run away and those who stay, and the remnants they leave behind.


The song's lyrics are poetic and metaphorical in nature. The first stanza calls on the listener to remember the person even after they have left this world. It speaks of the impermanence of everything else, including dreams and defeats. The second stanza talks about the roots of a person's identity and the importance of not disregarding one's story. The chorus advises to trust your instincts and to only give up when your life is truly threatened. The final stanza speaks of the rain and undergrowth of society, using vivid imagery to describe the inevitability of death.


Line by Line Meaning

Think of me
Remember me


when the sun will burn away
when everything is lost


even the last of your dreams
even your hope


think of me
remember me


when the moon will shine
in your darkest hour


on the last of your defeats
when you've lost everything


I remember in the shadow of poverty
I recall being poor


the pride of a young boy
how proud a young boy could be


searching for the right ways
looking for the right path


running among dust and cries
running through dirt and chaos


towards his way
towards his goal


the same one that now belongs to you
the same goal that you have now


don‘t throw to the wind your story
don't waste your struggles


Give it the time to be
let it develop


Don‘t always turn back
don't always look to the past


Every time you do it
every time you look back


You loose an important part of you
you lose a part of yourself


follow the instinct
trust your instincts


when it urges you
when it's strong enough


towards new stories
towards new adventures


only give up when the game
only give up when it's too much


threatens your hole existence
could ruin your entire life


the roots you have inside
what you already know


are a small part of history
are just a small piece of the past


i have lived, too
I've been there


and those little smiles
the small moments of happiness


a hundred years old
ancient


are now part of you
are now a part of who you are


when the sky cries
when it rains


soaking the undergrowth of society
flooding the poor areas


real cradle of declared vices
where negative influences come from


making it the slimiest ever
making it worse than ever


men running away looking for cover
people fleeing to protect themselves


as if they were afraid
as if they were scared


that it could melt
that they would disappear


their faces all the same
all their expressions look identical


of those too slow
of those who couldn't move fast enough


only remain stripes of blood
the only evidence left are blood stains


which thinned by their own murderer
which were diluted by the rain created by the murderer


slowly disappear in black holes
gradually disappear without a trace


of those too stupid
of those who didn't understand the danger


only remain the footprints
the only evidence left are footprints


used as wedges under the doors
used to prop open the doors


to let the speedy ones through
so the fast people can get through




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