Can i forgive him?
Paul Simon Lyrics


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I am Esmeralda Agron, 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
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
But 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 would have to be Jesus on the cross
To open your heart and 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 â??forgiveâ??
His son too received a knife
But we go on, we have to live
With this cross we call our life.

It feels like a bomb fell
And wave after wave come the after shocks
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?
No

Can I forgive him?
Can I forgive him?
No, I cannot

Can I forgive him?




Can I forgive him?
No, I cannot

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Paul Simon's song "Can I Forgive Him" explore the theme of forgiveness in the aftermath of a tragic event. The song is sung from the perspective of a mother named Esmeralda Agron, who pleads with another mother, a Senora, to see the goodness in her son, who has been accused of a crime. She calls her son a "savage boy" but insists that he is not defined by the superficial image he presents to the world. She acknowledges that the Senora's son has passed away and that her son is to blame, but she champions her son's care and upbringing to defend him.


The song is also critical of the treatment of immigrants in America. Esmeralda Agron criticizes the Spanish for their lack of gratitude and paints a bleak picture of the criminal justice system that seems to fetishize crime and tragedy. She admits that her religion asks her to pray for the murderer's soul, but she finds it difficult to forgive him. She acknowledges that it would take a divine entity like Jesus Christ to be capable of forgiveness in such a situation.


The song touches on how tragedy can affect interpersonal relationships, turning friends into strangers. The "trembling flowers they bring" are a symbol of the compassionate gestures of others, but the "fear in the roots and the stem" suggests the underlying tension and mistrust that comes to dominate those relationships. The song ends with a somber recognition of how life continues despite trauma, but the scars remain.


Line by Line Meaning

I am Esmeralda Agron, senora
I am telling you my name, but I know I am not in the position to speak to you.


My son is not the savage boy you see
My son is not the evil person that the media has portrayed him to be.


The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair Hides the child I nursed and bathed, senora.
The outward appearance of my son may look menacing, but he is the same child that I raised and cared for.


Your son, gone to god, and mine to blame My fated son, he too is gone
I understand your loss, but I also lost my son, who is responsible for your loss.


The state will see to that I am sure, senora The state will see to that I am sure.
The government will take care of my son's punishment for his actions.


You Spanish people, you come to this country But 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 am frustrated by the perception that some people have of immigrants as criminals, when they are just people trying to make a better life. The way this city commercializes crime is disgusting.


My religion asks me to pray for the murderer's soul But I think you'd would have to be Jesus on the cross To open your heart and after such a loss.
My faith urges me to forgive, but it's difficult for me to do so in the midst of my own pain.


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.
My relationships with people have changed since the incident. It's difficult for people to know what to say or do in response to my pain.


Only god can say â??forgiveâ?? His son too received a knife But we go on, we have to live With this cross we call our life.
Ultimately, only God can provide true forgiveness. Like others who have experienced loss, I too must continue living with this burden.


It feels like a bomb fell And wave after wave come the after shocks You can't believe that it's true There must be some mistake You drift through this nightmare From which you can't wake.
The aftermath of the tragedy feels like a never-ending nightmare that I can't escape from.


Can I forgive him? Can I forgive him? No, I cannot
The question of forgiveness is difficult for me to answer, but ultimately I cannot forgive him.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DEREK WALCOTT, PAUL SIMON

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