Mala Amarela

It was 4:30, it was getting a little light
And a faint light was tearing through the field
It was the night train, coming into view
And soon stopping at the old station
My body was trembling, my eyes were wet
My father by my side and the suitcase on the ground
I kissed his face and said at that moment
The world outside is waiting for me, dad

I got on the train, ran to the window
And picked up the old yellow suitcase
The train started, blew abruptly
And there I kissed his hand again
A little further ahead I saw my little house
And my dear mother standing at the gate
She didn't see me and as the train rushed by
I heard the barking of the old Sultan

A certain gentleman in the neighboring seat
Told me he was coming from Paranazão
And also said in a polite way
It's the first time I leave the backlands
I asked for his advice and he told me
Young man, old age is too hard
I am much older and can advise
It's hard to be far from your parents
I never forgot what the old man said
Time passed and I returned home
Those who stay far away never conform
On the platform, I saw my parents
I got off moved, hugged him and her
And the yellow suitcase, my son, I didn't see
Believe me, dad, in a man's word
To not go hungry, I sold the suitcase

What a shame, what a shame, it was my memory
That I inherited from your grandfather
But let it go, I'll forget
The inheritance is you and you have already returned