Amor de Pai

A longing hit my chest
Memories of my old father
That countenance of a warrior man
Image that doesn't leave my mind

Oh, how I wish to go back to the past
To have my old man by my side again
And hear the words I always kept

The white hair and tired face
That countenance of an honorable man
In those moments when I needed the most

I remember the mirror that João sang about
I am well aware of the mirror I am
But I feel this absence as I imagined

For those who have a father
A piece of advice I give
Treat with affection, cover with love
For me, my old man will always be a king

A longing hit my chest
Memories of my old father
That countenance of a warrior man
Image that doesn't leave my mind

Oh, how I wish to go back to the past
To have my old man by my side again
And hear the words I always kept

The white hair and tired face
That countenance of an honorable man
In those moments when I needed the most

I remember the mirror that João sang about
I am well aware of the mirror I am
But I feel this absence as I imagined

For those who have a father
A piece of advice I give
Treat with affection, cover with love
For me, my old man will always be a king

I remember the mirror that João sang about
I am well aware of the mirror I am
But I feel this absence as I imagined

For those who have a father
A piece of advice I give
Treat with affection, cover with love
For me, my old man will always be a king

A longing hit my chest