O Aniversario do Meu Pai

On September 8th I returned by a trail
In a house in the countryside where the star still shines
Grandson and great-grandson gathered along with sons and daughters
I arrived at the small house today with little furniture
I saw my father sitting there surrounded by grandchildren
As always, by his side, his little battery-powered radio

I hugged my old man but asked for his blessing first
I preferred to stay silent and listen to my counselor
Who, remembering his past, which were so many years
Spoke of his feats, that he was also a guitar player
Recalling his youth when he was full of health
I confess I could still hear true stories

He told me about fishing and hunting in the fields
Talked about the cornfield and his white horse
At that moment, his eyes bathed the rest in tears
My son, I spend hours sitting on this slope
The little house fell silent, my brother also cried
Seeing that my father was sitting on the old bench

At that moment, the family wanting to surprise
Dad come here to the living room to contemplate this beauty
A birthday cake with the candles lit
You can make a wish, God will surely grant it
My children, I remembered your dear mother
Who faded away at once like the candles on this table

Today I could see my father with his children gathered
Turning 90 years old, this makes a lot of sense
Like the hero in the movie fighting against the villain
Unfortunately, time has slowly been defeating him
Supported by my arms, he managed to change his steps
I gave him a kiss and a hug and went to cry in hiding