Couro de Boi

I know an old saying, from the time of the agais
It says a father takes care of ten children, ten children don't take care of a father
Feeling the weight of the years without being able to work anymore
The old road worker, went to live with his son
The young man was married and his wife started to object
You send the old man away, if you don't want me to go
And the young man, with a hard heart, went to talk to his old man

To ask you to move, my father, I came to ask
Today, from my house, you have to leave
Take this ox hide that I just finished tanning
To serve as a blanket where you sleep

The poor old man, silent, took the hide and left
His eight-year-old grandson, who witnessed that scene
Ran after his grandfather, shook his coat
Half of that hide, crying, he asked for

The old man, moved, so as not to see the grandson crying
Split the hide in half and gave it to the grandson
The boy arrived home, his father asked him
Why do you want this hide that your grandfather was taking?

The boy said to his father: One day I will get married
You will grow old and come live with me
It may happen that we don't get along
I will give this half of the hide for you to take