Traduzione del testo della canzone It Wasn't His Child - Sawyer Brown

It Wasn't His Child (originale)

He was her man and she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child
Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child
And like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasn’t easy for him but he did all he could
His son was different from the rest
It wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child
And when the boy became a man
He took his father’s hand
And soon the world would all know why
It wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child
And like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasn’t easy for him but he did all he could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God’s child, he was God’s child
He was her man and she was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn’t his child, it was God’s child

It Wasn't His Child (traduzione)

Lui era il suo uomo e lei era sua moglie
E una tarda notte d'inverno
Si inginocchiò accanto a lei mentre partoriva
Ma non era suo figlio, non era suo figlio
Eppure lo prendeva come suo
E mentre lo guardava crescere
Gli ha portato gioia
Ma non era suo figlio, non era suo figlio
E come un padre era forte, gentile e buono
E credo che abbia fatto del suo meglio
Non è stato facile per lui, ma ha fatto tutto il possibile
Suo figlio era diverso dagli altri
Non era suo figlio, non era suo figlio
E quando il ragazzo è diventato un uomo
Ha preso la mano di suo padre
E presto il mondo avrebbe saputo tutti perché
Non era suo figlio, non era suo figlio
E come un padre era forte, gentile e buono
E credo che abbia fatto del suo meglio
Non è stato facile per lui, ma ha fatto tutto il possibile
È cresciuto con le mani nel legno
Ed è morto con le mani nel legno
Era figlio di Dio, era figlio di Dio
Lui era il suo uomo e lei era sua moglie
E una sera tardi
Si inginocchiò accanto a lei mentre partoriva
Ma non era suo figlio, era il figlio di Dio