Minha História (Gesubambino)

He came without much talk, without much explanation
I just know he spoke and smelled and liked the sea
I know he had a tattoo on his arm and gold on his tooth
And my mother surrendered herself to this man completely, laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

He left just as he came, no one knows where
And left my mother with her gaze farther each day
Waiting, standing, stuck to the stone of the port
In her only old dress, each day shorter, laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

When I was finally born, my mother wrapped me in a shawl
Dressed me as if I were some kind of saint
But for not remembering lullabies, the poor woman
Rocked me singing cabaret songs, laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

My mother soon alerted the whole neighborhood
To show that there was much more than just a simple child
And I'm not sure if out of irony or out of love
She decided to call me by the name of Our Lord, laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

My story and that name I still carry with me today
When I go from bar to bar, I turn the table, shout, drink, and fight
The thieves and the lovers, my drinking and cross mates
They only know me by my name of Baby Jesus, laiá, laiá
The thieves and the lovers, my drinking and cross mates
They only know me by my name of Baby Jesus, laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá