Vecchia Zimarra
José Carlos Santos Silva
Old Overcoat
Old overcoat, listen
Old overcoat, listen
I stay on the ground, you ascend
The sacred mountain you must now
Receive my thanks
You never bowed
Your worn back to the rich and powerful
Passing into your pockets
Like in quiet caves, philosophers and poets
Now that the happy days flee
I say to you: Goodbye! My faithful friend!
Goodbye, goodbye!
