Velho

Old man, time has already passed...
The waters are gone, mills no longer move.
Old man, from such an ancient day...
your days, spent with me, made me who I am

Fruit of the trunk of your life,
in the middle of the street, I stole your vigor;
I took your peace, I sucked your love,
I ate your sweat, I slept in your warmth.
I am your son!

Old man, time is here:
in the son who is your renewal, life is made anew.
Old man, you were the seed,
so that I could be, only, your continuation.

Fruit...
Old man, time is here...