Muito Orgulho, Meu Pai

Ten hours inside the plane, here alone
I fly like a bird that wants to return to the nest
I always come and go like a boomerang
I thought it was a bat, but it's me who always gives my blood
And it's the vampire time that sucks everything
Sucks my soul and transforms me, the form and the content
And, without a shield, I offer the vein and go smiling
I don't stay silent, I speak and sing what I'm feeling
And I speak so much between my flights and stumbles
That I don't even hear the voice of the white threads among my hair
The voice of the wrinkles when the face contracts
I look in the mirror and each time I see more of my father
I remember to call, to know how he's doing
I have to speak quickly, dad, I'm taking off with the band
When are you coming back, son? Tuesday, but I'm traveling again
Send a hug to mom, I miss the folks
I miss everything, eating soup with egg
The raw egg you threw in the hot pan
On those weekends when you were present
And lying on your bed like in the old days
While you watched the goals or any program
And suddenly pinched us with your foot
The crab hurt, but we laughed
I imitated you and my brother couldn't
You put on the clog, grabbed the Puma key
And our afternoon was at the Dolfine table with the gang
A beer without foam, without foam
And me with the milkshake, I even remember the sound

When I grew up, I wanted to be like you
Now that I've grown up, I still want to be
I have my father's face and more and more
I have my father's eyes and heart

When I grew up, I wanted to be like you
Now that I've grown up, I still want to be
I'm proud of my father and more and more
I'm very proud, my father, and grateful

Dad, now I took off
I put away my phone, I'm already in the air, but I haven't disconnected
Time flies and, before it ends, I go back to the beginning
To understand myself and recognize myself from the father I know
And I want to know more, I want to enjoy my old man
Even the last rites were given to you, dad, that was good
You hospitalized facing a cemetery
But you didn't lose your sense of humor even in such a serious moment
And looking at the graves on the other side of the wall
What a great room, son, with a view to the future
Only you to make us laugh
And with your heart stopping in the ICU
Remembering that, now I laugh and reassess
The importance of my eternal craving for more challenges
Always running, always busy on the road
Without realizing that sometimes I might be missing the joke
You gave me a hint, I didn't stop to listen
But I won't wait for my heart to stop to meet and laugh in an ICU
When I return, I'll call you to arrange to have lunch
The whole family at the table, without answering the phone

When I grew up, I wanted to be like you
Now that I've grown up, I still want to be
I have my father's face and more and more
I have my father's eyes and heart

When I grew up, I wanted to be like you
Now that I've grown up, I still want to be
I'm proud of my father and more and more
I'm very proud, my father, and grateful

My memory travels, you are now the pilot
About thirty years younger and I'm still a boy
Through BR-101 we go
New Year's Eve has already come and how good it is to travel with my father
And I pay attention
To how you know the right time to overtake the truck
You explain to me the phrases on the bumpers
In the tape player, good Brazilian music or rock
Calm down, Betty, calm down
Every laugh you let out, planted in my soul
A seed of what I'm harvesting now
And I will continue to harvest after you're gone
Understanding myself with time, the teachings
That you still pass on today with your example
To respect people and be correct
To be an endless source of affection and care
To shorten distances to see friends
And to always be sincere, as you were with me
When you punished me after the police station
And today I see that was exactly what I wanted
I wanted to find a path and have you closer
Even with a serious face, your heart was open
I had almost died, I wasn't afraid of death
But your disappointed face spoke louder
Thus died my graffiti artist vice
You killed the pixote, dad
And made The Thinker born

And a lot happened, I turned you into a grandpa
I saw you more fragile and serious in some moments of pain
And I saw in your silence what I undo in myself
Which is an anguish that seems to have no end
And even so we play all the time
And dream the same dreams, hugging several pillows
I inherited this habit, I also inherited the stubbornness
And I don't open up with my old man as I would like
When I feel insecure like an indecisive boy
To hear the voice of the father who said: Be wise
That simple warning still guides me
Like your blood running through my veins

Thank you very much for making me born
For making me grow, for making me like you
For giving me vitamin C, breakfast
The critical sense, irony, a brother and a sister
For taking me to Rian, there's quail egg
For peeing on my foot in warm water baths
The chocolate in Gramado, the shrimp in Joaquina
Thank you very much for the roasted peanuts on the corner
The stickers and the album, the injections and the medicines
The compliments, the grades on the school report card
For taking me to Grandma Miriam and Grandma Raquel
For me being Gabriel, son of Doctor Miguel
For taking me to the office to see you work
For being the great ophthalmologist who made me see
That life is good and I don't need to be afraid
Thank you very much, my father
For telling me your secrets and trusting me
As I trust you
When I return, I'll call you, there's still much more to say

When I grew up, I wanted to be like you
Now that I've grown up, I still want to be
I have my father's face and more and more
I have my father's eyes and heart

When I grew up, I wanted to be like you
Now that I've grown up, I still want to be
I'm proud of my father and more and more
I'm very proud, my father, and grateful