O Orfãodrinho

It all started with a barbecue at home
Me in my mother's belly and my dad with his friends
After a long afternoon filled with lots of beer
My dad hugs a guy and talks very fondly
I've known you for a short time, but I know you're a good guy
My boy is going to be born and I need a godfather
It's an honor for me that we're godparents
So grab another beer and let's toast until late
After a few years, the guy disappeared
There was no letter, telegram, not even a goodbye

These are the things of this life, now I'm the Orphaned Godson
Orphaned Godson, I don't know my godfather
These are the things of this life, listen well to what I tell you
And they call me the Orphaned Godson

Missionary in Thailand, terrorist or peasant
Selling cars in Albania? What will become of my godfather?
Will he be fat or thin, one-eyed or Chinese?
Will he look like Marlon Brando, will he resemble Al Pacino?
I just hope that one day, he crosses my path
I don't even know his name, what sadness, what sorrow
Was he arrested in Ukraine, run over by a Scania?
Was he dinner for Hannibal or eaten by a cannibal?

These are the things of this life, now I'm the Orphaned Godson
With time I learned that the subject doesn't matter
I don't think I'm a strange guy, I just don't have a godfather
Orphaned Godson, I don't know my godfather
These are the things of this life, listen well to what I tell you
And they call me the Orphaned Godson