Meu Querido, Meu Velho, Meu Amigo (feat. Roberto Carlos)

These beautiful white hairs of yours
That deep tired look
Telling me things in a shout
Teaching me so much about the world

And these slow steps of now
Always walking with me
Have already run so much in life
My dear, my old, my friend

Your life full of stories
And those wrinkles marked by time
Memories of old victories
Or tears shed to the wind

Your soft voice calms me
And tells me much more than I say
Silencing me deep in the soul
My dear, my old, my friend

Your past lives in the present
In the experiences contained
In this conscious heart
Of the beauty of life's things

Your frank smile cheers me up
Your right advice teaches me
I kiss your hands and say
My dear, my old, my friend

I've already told you everything
But all of this is little
Compared to what I feel

Looking at your beautiful hair
I kiss your hands and say
My dear, my old, my friend