Aos Nossos Filhos
Ivan Lins
To Our Children
Forgive the sour face
Forgive the lack of hugs
Forgive the lack of space
The days were like that
Forgive for so many dangers
Forgive the lack of shelter
Forgive the lack of friends
The days were like that
Forgive the lack of leaves
Forgive the lack of air
Forgive the lack of choice
The days were like that
And when they clean up
And when they cut the ties
And when they loosen the belts
Have a blast for me
When they let go of the grudge
When they cleanse the soul
When they wash the water
Wash the eyes for me
When the flowers bloom
When the forests grow
When they harvest the fruits
Tell me the taste
