Milagre do Retrato

My father lived with me
When my little son was born
He was so happy
To have that little grandson
He was the one who taught
To take the first steps
The boy was growing
With so much love in the old man
And only he slept, oh oh
In grandpa's arms

But when he turned two
My old father passed away
The boy felt so much
That he also got sick
With a certain paralysis
One day he woke up
He couldn't walk anymore
His legs weakened
Lying in his little bed, oh oh
He called for his grandpa

That's when I remembered
About a photograph
I took it and gave it to the boy
To see if he would be entertained
When he saw the portrait
He even cried with joy
Holding it close to his chest
He said these words
- My dear grandpa, oh oh
How long it's been since I saw you

With all his innocence
He talked to the photograph
Come back with me
My dear grandpa
After you left
I became crippled
My suffering is sad
I can't walk alone
Come back with me, oh oh
To guide my steps

And at that moment
My son got up
With the portrait in hand
He walked around the room
In that photograph
Two tears appeared
Even after death
My dear father cried
But thanks to a miracle, oh oh
My little son was healed