ночные грузчики - 11 - послесловие - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When he reached the tomb of Rachel, then, not even appearing in the head of our carpenter, but floating out from somewhere from the very depths of his gut, a thought dawned on him: the woman who so wanted this son died, one might say, at his hands, or, in any case, it was his fault that she didn’t even have time to look at him, let alone say a word to him, and the child’s body separated from the mother’s body with the indifference of a fruit falling from a tree branch. Then his thoughts took an even sadder turn - children always die through the fault of their fathers, who conceived them, and their mothers, who carried them in their wombs and brought them into the world - and Joseph took pity on his son, innocently doomed to death. With a confused soul, he stood at the grave of the most beloved of Jacob’s wives, his hands hanging powerlessly, his head bowed, feeling how an icy sweat broke through his whole body, and at that moment there was not a soul on the road, and there was no one to turn to for help. The carpenter realized that for the first time in his life he doubted that the world was organized rationally and meaningfully, and, as if throwing away his last hope, he shouted: I will die here!

He entered the cave and even before delighting Mary with the news that he had found a job, he went to the manger to look at his son, but the son was sleeping. Joseph said to himself: He will die, he must die, and his heart sank, but then he thought that in the natural order of things he himself would have to die first and that death, having removed him from among those living in the world, replaced his presence in this world absence, will give him - how can I put it more precisely? - something like - excuse the incongruity - time-limited immortality, and it lasts until people who are no longer with us are remembered and loved.

(José Saramago, "The Gospel of Jesus")