Resposta do Couro de Boi

I am a wicked son, for not having thought, I sent my father away from home.
The poor old man left, taking an ox leather,
and a heart in flames.
I banished my father, I buried him alive,
Oh, what great ingratitude.
I am a renegade son, this great sin of mine,
will never be forgiven.

After he left, my little son always cries,
missing his grandpa.
And he asks me, daddy, go get my grandpa,
that you sent away from here.
And having searched, for my idolized father,
I had this information.
Down by the port bank, they found an old man dead,
and an ox leather on the ground.

With a heart in tears, I entered the cemetery,
and asked the director.
I want you to make a tombstone, and put an image on the cross,
of Jesus Our Lord.
On the stone write that lies, who was the best of fathers,
and who was so poorly paid.
The one in this grave, died having as shelter,
just an ox leather.

I bought a bunch of candles, went to light them in the chapel,
to recommend my father.
At that moment I saw a flash, within it a vision,
that stopped at the feet of the altar.
It was my holy little father, who told me my son,
here I am, don't cry anymore.
For how much I loved you, I forgave your sin,
For a father is always a father.