De Pai Pra Filho
Grupo Chê Lokedo
From Father to Son
My son, prepare a mate
Sit by my side, let's chat
Listen carefully
To what this old man has to say
I've been
Tired of fighting for a long time
Against the weight of age
That is punishing me
I lived the gaucho life
A more beautiful life to live
Today I'm old and tired
And my legacy is for you
From father to son is my request
Let my soul live
In every corner of this land
That I leave to you
Preserve the customs I bring
The horse, the plow
The work with cattle, the traditions of the region
Don't let them die
My calloused arm
Is already tired and wants to rest
My eyes no longer help me
My legs tremble to mount
My voice has become hoarse
I can barely speak
I can't even saddle
My working horse
Today I'm sitting here
Looking at the field in solitude
Every corner of this land
Has my sweat and my heart
From father to son is my request
Let my soul live
In every corner of this land
That I leave to you
Preserve the customs I bring
The horse, the plow
The work with cattle, the traditions of the region
Don't let them die
From father to son is my request
Let my soul live
In every corner of this land
That I leave to you
Preserve the customs I bring
The horse, the plow
The work with cattle, the traditions of the region
Don't let them die
Don't let them die
