Filho Pródigo
Afonso Augusto
Prodigal Son
The sad state I find myself in now
No bed, no food, my body outside
And no one wants me, my suffering is great
For my food is what is left over from the pigs
I'm reaping what I sowed
Because I abandoned the one who loved me very much
I became different
And the money I had
I spent the inheritance that was mine dissolutely
But I will rise from my sin
My God will give me strength to leave
I will go and speak openly and say sincerely, oh Father
I have sinned against heaven before You
I am not worthy to be called your son
Receive me at least as your employee
Receive me, oh Father
And he arose and went to his father
And he was still a long way off when his father saw him
He ran to meet him, hugged him and kissed him
He ordered that the best clothes be put on him
They put a ring on your finger as a symbol of your inheritance
He ordered a fattened calf to be killed and said
Let us eat and be merry
For this son was dead and is alive again
He was lost and is found
And they began to rejoice