"La danza del padre" Third movement: Le père emmène le frère au cimetière.

My brother will die and my mind edits the memory of it:
You are taking him to somewhere, he is weak and ill.
No matter where you took my brother in real, he never returned to us.
You take him to the cemetery, that's what I see.
You do not cry, but I only can see your back.
Maybe I see this scene as others of your lies,
where you were acting and made us believe that you had died.
The truth is harsh and also creates lies in me.