Meus 3 Cachorros

Pilot, Birico and Timbó
I don't catch birds because I feel sorry
Pilot, Birico and Timbó
Remembering my dogs, I don't feel alone

Timbó was the first, he was trained
Friend and companion, how long has it been?
Early in the morning, he would wake me up
I would run out and he would follow
Intelligent dog, he knew everything
He died of old age one day, may he rest in peace

Pilot, Birico and Timbó
I don't catch birds because I feel sorry
Pilot, Birico and Timbó
Remembering my dogs, I don't feel alone

Pilot was feared by my enemies
He couldn't see a fight without joining in
I've never seen such personality
He didn't wag his tail for just anyone
He only respected the owner, what a dog
He died poisoned, silent though

Pilot, Birico and Timbó
I don't catch birds because I feel sorry
Pilot, Birico and Timbó
Remembering my dogs, I don't feel alone

Birico was the most recent
Raised in a small apartment
Perhaps against his nature
He couldn't do what he liked
One day he went out without much care
He died run over by a truck

Pilot, Birico and Timbó
I don't catch birds because I feel sorry
Pilot, Birico and Timbó
Remembering my dogs, I don't feel alone

And just so I don't cry, I'll philosophize
Analyzing the facts in general terms
Although all three were different
Perhaps at some point they were the same
Any of them was undoubtedly
Better than many people, loyal friends

Pilot, Birico and Timbó
I don't catch birds because I feel sorry
Pilot, Birico and Timbó
Remembering my dogs, I don't feel alone