Tatuagens, Cicatrizes & Diamantes

Brother, allow me to confess to you
That I was never the type to live
By 'if I knew'
But, if I knew
Maybe I would have valued you more
My sacred diamond
Thank you for instilling in me from a young age
To be honest, to give myself without losing integrity
That in reality this corner is a slave quarters
So don't talk, do my son
Take your life and try to improve it
And so it happened
I worked in hell to buy a place in heaven
It was me, you, and God in the fight
Because man is imperfect
And justice is rarely fair
What is not surprising are mistakes
They are lessons, we don't lose, we learn
We run away from disaster
We know that easy is not fun
The ink on the body doesn't hide the pain, just disguises

These tattoos
They hide my scars
Because I lost my biggest diamond
She was beautiful, she was black, an immigrant

Enough of tattoos, my son, you look like a book
Impulsive, I didn't listen to you
But I knew it was a positive warning
Looking for adjectives to describe you
Without disrespecting the elder
But, my father was you, woman
It was you, Tininha, and since I lost you
That all Angolan mothers are a bit mine
And as for the family, you were right
The youngest ones don't, but Ederson is aware
Of how much he misses his grandmother
The house is not ready yet, but... it's almost there
But I feel that without you it's in vain
I felt light after feeling the weight of your coffin
Because I believe you are surrounded by angels
Who protect me because they know that
A man without a mother is nothing
That's how your son paints and dives
Into these words written with ink and needle

These tattoos (Tina)
They hide my scars
Because I lost my biggest diamond
She was beautiful, she was black, an immigrant
These tattoos
They hide my scars
Because I lost my biggest diamond
She was beautiful, she was black, an immigrant
And very elegant

Anyfa take care of your mother
Take care of your mother
Txutxo, you know
Our pain is the same, brother
Your mothers are mine now
Tina