Este É O Seu Lar

With nothing in my hands, empty of bread
The lack of a roof, the face on the ground
I start to remember what I rejected, the fruits I reap, the evil I sowed
All that's left is the return, I don't even want forgiveness
And by my fault, I will give servitude
Without strength to return, my father runs to me, hugs me, kisses me
And says to me

You are my son: Lift your face and look at me
It doesn't matter, son, the reasons that bring you here
My love forgives and you can't understand
You try to explain, I don't need to listen
My hug is what will tell you
This is your home

Searching for myself, that's how I left
In the same way, I return here
Back to home, but I know the reason
It wasn't for my father, I came back for the bread
Even so, he accepts me in his heart and before I ask, he gives me his forgiveness
And for loving me, he gives me his honor and inheritance again

You are my son: Lift your face and look at me
It doesn't matter, son, the reasons that bring you here
My love forgives and you can't understand
You try to explain, I don't need to listen
My hug is what will tell you
This is your home

The father who watches his son leave
Is the same one who accepts his son's return
Love remains in the father's eyes, who looking at me makes me listen

You are my son: Lift your face and look at me
It doesn't matter, son, the reasons that bring you here
My love forgives and you can't understand
You try to explain, I don't need to listen
Because even from afar you are my son
And since you've returned, you can stay
Because forever this is your home