Velhos Amigos

I would like to dedicate this song to some special people
Like: Fioti, Marcelo, Txaman, Pedrinho, Tujaviu, Shigueo, Caio
Valmir, Pingo, Carolina, Rasta, Mundiko, Kamau, Nyack
Casp, Nave, Dario, Japão, Damian

My friends, are as old as my ideals
Like the vinyl I kept, believing they are worth more
Because Swatch has no value, it has a price
Value is with those who have been with me from the beginning
Glass on the table, laughter, shapes the atmosphere
Conversations are praises to true partners
But, it's been a while, time here doesn't spare
I spend the day with my brothers, this is not just punching the clock
But that's it, you have to see the responsibility every day
Walk the path, behind the days of joy
Return like the sun, it always happens
If I see a brother yo! There, whoever is alive always shows up
So come, ask for a beer
Pull up a chair because we have plenty to talk about all afternoon
True friendship is felt
I can go 3 lifetimes without bumping into you, we're friends forever

Today I came for you
My friends mean everything to me
We're together until the end
My friends mean everything to me
It's in the heart, man
My friends mean everything to me
Brother is brother, that's how we are
My friends mean everything to me

Say if so-and-so got married, so-and-so died
So-and-so changed, disappeared
One became a pastor, the other got lost
And many are left living the life like me
In the business of making money
Without holding anyone back
I know it's better for me
To walk the path of good with faith
And in silence, because we have courage
The drinks are running out, and many topics come up
Occasions like this make me smile
They remind us that we are made of the same things dreams are made of
Frightening days come and go, in vain, as they won't
Weaken the bond between me and my brothers
Sincere look, we're together with heart
And every time I meet, uncle, it's a great pleasure
Catch up, kill the longing
It has nothing to do with blood, family is affinity

Life is simple
Like a samba chorus at a free table
Made with feeling, rich in purity
The photos will yellow, fade and disappear
But the memories of our hangouts are still here
In my heart, I think about what we've lost too
But I think and value everything we still have
Monday, around the bonfire, smiling
It seems like only I see, the function is decreasing
Our future can't be deciphered
It's uncertain, I keep trying to guess
Who will be here next week
Laughing to drown out suburban agonies
Saying it will get better for the kids
It's the shock of the defibrillator on hope
Living is missing the times of joy
Fighting to keep close those who made these days bloom