Filho Adotivo

With sacrifice I raised my seven children
two were of my blood
and one I took in when he was almost a month old

I was a traveler, I was a farmer, I was a walker
and to feed my children
I didn't eat more than once

Seven children, seven innocent mouths
very poor, but happy
I didn't let anything be missing

They grew up, it became more difficult
I worked from sunrise to sunset
but they had to study

My suffering, oh my God, it was worth it
how many tears I cried
but it was all with much love

Seven diplomas, six very important
and at the cost of a hoe
they managed to become a doctor

Today I am old, my hair turned white
my body is worn out
not even my hands move anymore

I use a cane, I know I give a lot of work
I know I sometimes get in the way
of my children too much

Time passed and I got very sick
now I live in a nursing home
and only one son comes to see me

this poor son of mine very honest
lives at the cost of a job
he found to live

but God is great will hear my prayers
this beloved son of mine
will succeed I know he will

It's been a long time since I've seen the other children
I know they are well
and no longer need their father

One day feeling abandoned
I heard a voice right by my side
father I came to get you

pack your bags come with me because I made it
bought a house have a wife
and your grandson is on the way

I cried with joy and looked to the sky
thank you my Lord
the reward has arrived

My God protect my six dear children
but it was my adopted son
who supported this old man.