Meu Pai
Guinga
My Father
Path of Itaoca
Crosses Itararé
Left Inhaúma
And put clogs on your feet
Man from Macaúba
Kid learning to read
Where are you
Now?
In Jacarepaguá
Missing Guerenguê
Volunteer private
Has to suffer
Night at the water tank
The guard watches over the darkness
I didn't exist yet
Will dwell, my father, at the crossroads
Will rest, my father, in the tomb
At the Church of São Roque
On the corner of Baronesa
Wandering around
My father
